je ne sais quoi

Much like words sometimes carry two meanings, her actions are of a certain ambiguity. To define them would be to take away their meaning. To me, she is a blank slate, so unreadable, so capricious, so incomprehensible. That is what makes her so daunting, yet very alluring. From her, I learnt that being honest and direct can be the solution to most social dilemmas. One should look at things from another perspective, examine them from different angles and positions. When I asked her if she could read me, the answer was no. Admittedly, I felt relieved, believing that I had been like an open book written entirely in bold, capital letters that were easy to decipher, easy to predict, easy to make sense of. When she talks to one, the words seem to stick, cross every crack and crevice of the soul, until they have gone so far that getting rid of them would be impossible. They have an influence that even she is not aware of. In conversation, we reach a certain dimension of honesty and bluntness where everything is permitted. A sacred temple of exchange, filmlike and feline. It is a breeding ground for ideas, an evocation of inspiration, where thoughts can flourish. It is also her undeniably broad image of what falls into the category of normal, where absurdities and rarities become the norm, that makes this style of conversation so unique. Even if her claim to be open seems genuine, there are indubitably things that remain unsaid and hidden in a dark closet reeking of mystery. Limits of time, limits of language, limits of words, limits of generation and limits of society prevent many truths from seeing any rays of daylight. Hidden meanings linger, nurtured by failure to understand.

This is not a cautionary tale.

One must take all relevant aspects of a situation into consideration before making a judgement.