Great news, Lindsey!

Greetings from Salt Lake City!

As soon as I got my paycheck on Friday I hit the road. I realized that if I push myself, I can make it to SLC in time to get to a very special Meg and Dia performance. Can’t miss it! They used to perform there years ago and I got to see a reunion show that made the whole trip worthwhile. I could feel the nostalgia and everyone was singing along! I also got the chance for some face time with the wonder girl herself. You should have seen how hard I struggled to form words under such weariness and exhaustion from my travels! It was awkward city! All this anticipation of what that fateful meeting would be like, 8 years in the making, and there I was in the perfect place for it to happen and I stood there fumbling. Classic! Well can you guess how our meeting went? Yup, exactly as I predicted: in classic Vicci fashion. (See, dad? This proves that this is not all in my head because I predicted she would act like she didn’t know me!) Guess she didn’t like my letters.

Do you know what this means? She’s out of the way! No more Dia to worry about. It’s just you and me now. And that probably means it’s just me.

I’m fine with that.

It’s been a special two years with y’all doing this all over again. I remember way back in 2007 how eagerly I yearned to hear Vicci confirm to me that she had me in her thoughts since 2005. I so badly wanted for that story to have a happy ending with a climactic, emotional, and meaningful consummation. How nice it would feel to be vindicated to my family and friends who saw how this girl was affecting me and thought I was imagining things. I took a careful course of action that instead garnered feigned ignorance on her behalf and wedged my tail firmly between my legs.

Two and a half years ago I saw the cycle repeating. Things were manifesting in a systematic and predictable way. I could engage with it and see stuff coming. Incredible! Who lives life like this? Some things I didn’t see coming because I was shortsighted by what I thought was even possible.

It’s been a great experience but this time around has likewise reached its end. I’m not at all disappointed that this story is getting buried again. It’s for the best. I have no hard feelings toward Dia. I needed that rejection (I also pretty much asked for it).

Perhaps I’m short sighting myself again. Maybe you have something up your sleeve with Artemis? Maybe I’ll catch Dia in Boston on the up and up next weekend? (Like it or not— we are friends. Deny it all you want!)

In the meantime, I’m going to visit Temple Square to visit some sights sacred to me. Did you know Abdul-Baha visited the temple in 1912 wearing the red robe of His Father? The same red robe Bahá’u’llah wore on Mount Carmel in Haifa, Israel, in 1891 where He revealed part of the Tablet of Carmel. All things considered, you have to appreciate these connections, if anything else. His Son was using His Father’s apparel to convey hidden meaning. They did not let Him into the temple, by the way.

Anyways, I can’t keep this blog content up forever. Make your copies, screenshots, back it up. I’m deleting everything by year’s end.

Confound it all!

Dear special friends,

Y’all are making me crazy!

I had a conversation with my dad, trying to explain as to why I left my job to go on a two-month vacation and I couldn’t tell him a damn thing! If I told him the real reason, he’d get concerned and then worried, and it wouldn’t help at all. He’s a retired mental health professional, mind you.

So here we are. Are we moments away from the big drop? Or is this story going to stay concealed from the world and gradually forgotten by me again, only to resurface once more in 2027 with a new generation of contenders? Sarcasm aside, I’m bettin’ that this thing gets exposed very soon.

Y’all are killing it, too! I’m getting weak in the knees over here. The quality of artistry coming out of you ladies is off the rails! I don’t even need to do a comparative analysis to show how obvious some of the art theft is getting over here. I’m an unacknowledged concept art collaborator at this point. Huge honor, though it’s signaling to me that D-Day is almost here (it’s the best I could come up with– “Decision Day?” “Dia Day?” “Days Day?”… sure!) and I have no idea what is gonna happen in the coming months. The past two autumn seasons I felt like I was nearly dying from all of the movement going on in the Aether. (How insane do I sound right now?) Wonder what this autumn will be like?

Let’s get one thing clear, lovely Dia: when this thing does go public, it will invariably be known that you are my second choice. No reloads! I ran to you because I figured that, from the circumstantial evidence, Celestial Marriage is the only option on the table, upon which I responded with a “no” to her invitation– and this will never change. Find somebody else to get you into heaven!

But… is it really over? I mean, I didn’t even consider the possibility that she’d be open to working out an alternative. Plus, she is known to not take “no” for an answer. I kinda just jumped the gun and assumed there’d be no room for compromise. Was I right? I mean, maybe she’s had some time to think it over and perhaps has concluded that something is better than nothing. It’s not the ideal scenario that her family will like, but we can’t always get what we want. I like the quote quoted in Steal Like an Artist that goes, “as soon as you stop wanting something, you get it.”

Ah, marriage, the dream that will never die. I wanted you so badly but now I don’t. Does that mean I get it now? No, really, I don’t! What do you mean, “nice try?” Forget you, universe! Finding a marriage is as hopeless for me now as it’ll ever be, but that’s because I tend to get stuck in this tangled web we weave. Did I mention how bizarre and weird this would make me look if read by other prospects? Yeah, that’s not helping either.

So, my dear alt, Dia, (and who likes being second choice, anyway?), if you’re thinking of leaving, now would be a great time. It would make things much easier for me if the runner up were no longer putting up such a fight. Granted, I would have no way of knowing if we were ever right for each other, but at least I could then wait for Lindsey in peace. Forever.

Lonely.
Wondering.

Well, at least until she married somebody else, that is. Then I’d give up. And then it would be all you!

Confounded as ever,
RS