Deja You
Ever looked at a photo or work of art you've never before seen, and experienced a part of your life that never happened? Sometimes that's what it's like, looking into the eyes of another. I don't know if it happens that way for everyone, but I'm certain it doesn't happen that way all the time. How can you recognize something indescribably foreign as familiar?
And why do I want so much to go home to a place I've never been?
posted by eclectic @ 4:23 PM
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19 Comments:
This is cooly. Cooly and awsomey.
I love this.
Hello, Shari.
Is this question rhetorical?
I know what you mean. The eyes I recently looked into were at first familiar and safe and at the end of it all ended up being "crazy and mean".....I think I've made it through whole, though. I might have lost a little of me, in what I thought was safe and familiar, but not enough for it to be more than a learning experience in life. Make any sense? Not always to me either.
Angie
Well, ok, pack your bags and come on home to the striking beauty that is...Owensboro, Kentucky. I guess that postcard from the Chamber of Commerce got to ya.
O, Owensboro!!
Yea, the new year has triggered those kinds of thoughts in me too. :)
Wow, that's quite the experience.
Hey stranger! I thought you'd forgotten about us.
I'm with Scott--this is cooly.
So you're coming to visit then? Will you be staying forever? 'Cause that would be TOTALLY cooly.
OK, this may be only loosely related. When I was a kid, I was digging around in my mother's dresser drawers. She kept LOTS of loose photos and crap like that in there. I found a picture of two little boys and felt an immediate connection. I just KNEW that they were close to me, important, very important... I got up the nerve to take the photo to my parents and ask about it. They told me what I already somehow 'knew' but was afraid to ask bluntly. The boys in the photo were my brothers. They were my father's sons from a previous marriage. I never knew there had been any previous marriages. I still don't know where these brothers are :-(
not fair
Has someone left a cake out in the rain? I woke up thinking about you, and come here to find you trying to go to a home that isn't. Hmmmm.
WOW. That's quite the experience.
I don't think I've ever felt like that before, and I'm not quite sure how I'd react... Hmmm..
This morning, as I was thinking about this, it struck me that a similar phrase (to the last sentence) came from Sleepless in Seattle. -- "It was like going home... but to no home I've ever known before."
Of course, then I read Susie's comment and thought "E, was that you trying to break into our house last night?"
I feel like I've read this before...
I'm guessing you weren't looking at a picture of Bridgeport then.
I always felt that way about America. When I set foot in New York I felt absolutely as though I was coming home - which is strange given that I am not a city girl at all...
Happy Birthday to LGE. Now TE? Yikes!
It used to happen to me each time I looked at a van Gogh self portrait.
Scott: Hi! You're nice. I like you.
Squirl: Is there really any other kind?
Angie: Eeep! I'll have to email you.
Bloggy: Bags? What bags?? Are you saying I have bags???
Traci: Funny, huh?
Mo-Dis: I'm sayin'. Truth is stranger than fiction.
Shawkey: Thanks!! I couldn't forget about you guys, though -- you guys are the cooliest!
CK: Be careful what you wish for, my friend! ;)
Lynn: Why would they keep the existence of blood-relatives away from you? Some parental decisions I'll never understand, I'm afraid.
Susie: Watch out, or I'll bring my sponge cake over and wring it out on your doorstep! ;)
Hemmie: It's odd. But nice, really.
CK: I'd forgotten that movie. I think I was disappointed in it though, because with Ryan and Hanks, I was hoping for something less formulaic, y'know? Still, the sentiment is pretty much what I was thinking.
Zuhn: Read it again. How do you feel NOW?
Limpy: How do you do it? Spooky.
Platy: I've wondered how I'd feel if I visited Ireland or Scotland, if they'd feel like home. Someday I intend to find out.
Susie: Yep, time to update the blog-names. TE, BE and LE.
Nick: Aah, Vincent. Starry, starry night...
Romy: I love that you understand. Thanks!
JDR: You are NOT a sook! (What's a sook?)
Hmmmmmmm. I can't say I have experienced this but I'd like to and hope to one day.
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