The mind develops and changes in strange ways. I'm riding along down a very bare road, looking at mountains in the distance (across flat land interrupted now and again by hills or whatnot), and I'm thinking in a somewhat forlorn manner about Zelda. Suddenly I am reminded of a time quite a few years ago while I was attracted to Alicia Anderson, riding along a similar stretch and thinking semi-wistful thought about her. This time, my thoughts are more of a forlorn kind: sort of sad, and disappointed at the current state of our relationship, but also hopeful - in an odd third-person sort of way - that we might work out, and mournful that, in all probability, "we" will never even have a chance to.
The difference in these two makes me wonder about myself, and I find myself comparing the two attractions. Yes, they're attractions - I still cannot claim any more for Zelda - but Zelda's seems more… real. Less flighty. As though there's really something to it. Of course, Alicia is in hindsight, and Zelda is right here - I'm in the midst of the attraction, and so cannot judge fairly. But what data I do possess for logical examination is, to the degree possible, in accord. And my feelings for Zelda, even in mere attraction, are different than those for Alicia. They are more mature somehow. I don't know if that's because of some real difference between the two or if it's simply because *I've* matured, but…
Ah, what's the use? I'm currently incapable of unbiased thought on this.