Can't touch me!

If any of you have noticed, I've stopped updating for a bit immediately after the er, incident. I'm afraid love (or more accurately infatuation/ limerence) really clouds my ability to do meaningful, productive things. And though I have decided firmly to move on, I have to blog about another 'incident' that occurred on the tram on the way back from school. I was along Collins street, at the King Street stop and I saw... him. Well, it's more probable that it was someone that looked like him. That person had his back to me, but as he turned around, our eyes met and the most incredible thing happened.

I felt as if I was staring into the eyes of a (proverbial) deer blinded by the headlights of a car. I cannot safely say for sure that I knew this person, but in that split second I had to marvel at that volatile mixture of familiarity, uncertainty, confusion and overweening sense of accident. All that in a split second. Meeting a stranger's gaze can be such an unsettling thing. Eyes being the windows of the soul and all that. Such an unsettling thing. But so incredible isn't it? I would go on about some profound thing about humanity and all that, but unfortunately I lack the capacity to express myself and do justice to that confusing, sizzling, synpasing, tumbling mess of thoughts in me head. I guess I can only be content to just be able to feel that I know what I'm talking about. And if that was an acceptable thing, everyone would get full marks for everything, because everyone knows how to feel, but not necessarily how to say.