When we were young and beautiful...

So I spent the last few days searching through thousands of photographs... some of them good, some bad. Me? Damn, I was pretty damned cute. And the photos bring ups some seriously tumultuous emotions, which I won't go into here. Most of the photos from the era I am investigating are of my significant other, the man whose child I bore. A handsome young man whose sheer magnetics attracted me. I look at the photographs now... of a tall, thin young man, and wonder what drew me in? I know what it was, but it's nothing an ordinary person could understand. It was a challenge to live life as far as could be pushed. It was a desire to see how hard it could be to live. Dying is easy, it's living that scares me to death. Yeah,sometimes death might have been an easier choice.

It's not so hard to tell really. He was a liar as well as sincere. What he bantered to the crowd were words meant to deceive as well as draw in. He built his performance flawlessly. What he could not take into account was his inherent ability to convince; to charm and flirt. He took his crowds and gave them an incalculable reality -- believe me, because not believing me is worse. And you don't want to see that. His insanity sated the crowd. The very prowess of his ego soothed them; they could go home with his pride intact. They, on the other hand, got taken by his deception. I bet there are hundreds of people who have photos of that magician in their photo albums -- a summer vacation story that they remember. A still life of sorts that they will hold fondly forever.... "Remember the time I broke the cinder block on that guys stomach?" ...yuck yuck yuck. And you probably walked away before you gave him a dime. Shame on you.

Physics people, it's all physics.

Reality: He came home bruised, with pin pricks on his back. They didn't go away until he stopped performing that trick for several weeks.

Reality: How did he get those lemons under the cups? Well if you weren't paying attention, why should I tell you? The trick is obvious, you're just not paying attention.

Reality: A day at Disneyland is very much like taking 1/2 a step every few minutes, and checking your watch like that's going to help. Why would you even do that?

Reality: How did he pick the card you chose? Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to help out. So there. Even us laywomen have to keep things in the circle.

But at least you have some idea about why a woman would choose a magician. There's just so many scintillating secrets...

C'est vrai, mes mecs, c'est vrai.