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The worst thing I think I could ever hear someone say about me
is, "I thought he was **insert good adjective**, I was wrong about him."
When TM sees that someone has done somthing which he has done before with
out of the ordinary intent, he suspects that perhaps this person is being
motivated by the same forces which once pulled upon him. These lines of
thought, suspecting others of one's own motivations, are dangerous and stupid
if taken too seriously.
Case in point:
A good way into their relationship (if they can even be thought to have
gotten anywhere at all), TM began writing letters to the Virgin Mary at her
request, so as not to inconvienance her with occasional phone calls. (There,
art thou filled with a sense of irony.)
At first, he never signed off on any of the letters with "Love," because
he was still unsure as to what love was and didn't want to involve such a
potentially volitile word in their relationship. (There, art thou filled with
a sense of irony.)
Eventually he did begin using it though, not in the sense of an abbreviated
"All my love," but rather as a request. When TM signed the letter,
"Love," he was pleading with the Virgin Mary to love him. (There, art thou
filled with a sense of irony.)
Near the end of his relationship with the Virgin Mary, she began signing
her own letters with "Love,". TM tried very hard to think nothing of this
until Cheese, the Virgin Mary's brother, made a comment about how she had been
"signing her letter differently these days, eh?" At this TM determined that
either way ("All my love," vs. a request) she obviously must feel *something*
for him, else why had she asked him out? (There, art thou filled with a sense
of irony.)
But in the end, it turned out that she didn't like him at all. And the
closing of her letters were chalked up to formality. As for the fact that
*she* was the one who asked *him* about? That is the tragic mystery. (I'm
not going to say it again.)
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