Soulmate

Typical subject and one that pops up from time to time. I always let it pass and get away from me. It wasn’t something I was very concerned with.


Maybe that had something to do with me not believing there’s only one person for each person. In other words, after ending a relationship with one person, be it because of death or because it simply ended, you can always start a new relationship with someone else which could be just as satisfying.

Something which always struck me about a ‘soulmate’ is the fact it doesn’t need to be your partner. What the person does need to have is a connection with you which you don’t feel with anybody else. That connection must be so deep, it’s hard to put in words; it’s more a gut feeling rather than a rationalized fact.

In conclusion it meant that the life partner could be very different. Here the statement ‘opposites attract’ comes in, while the soulmate has something deep in common.

Research on the Internet yesterday very quickly made clear that there is no universal definition for the term ‘soulmate’. Everybody has his own idea by what a soulmate is and when two people can be called soulmates. What strikes me is the high level of filosophy and, once again, gut feeling, that surrounds this term, hence the lack of an universal definition.

Of course this didn’t come out of the blue; my musings have its origin. This is where I slide back into the stupid and unexplained depths of my daydreaming and escapism. I feel a bit lost when I don’t have a means of escape. I feel a bit bored and down when there is no dream to escape in. The drab reality of day-to-day life doesn’t sit well with me. On top of that, the company I work for is very good at dumping shit all over you and then blaming you for it. Today I had to listen to several tirades from my manager about such shit dumping. Moments like these require very sturdy and engulfing daydreams.

These days I have lapses inbetween obsessions. I tend to fill them with work. The danger there is to drown; I nearly did last year. Now I’m straight into my new obsession. This one flings me back and forth and leaves a bit vulnerable. I’m closer to myself than I have been for a while, but it also means I’m more sensitive to other people’s vulnerabilities and sensitivities. This is the point where I come back to my ‘soulmate’ subject.

James Beck

As always I started with watching the primal stuff, in this case all episodes of Dad’s Army he is in. Then I went on the Internet and started looking for information; interviews (of which I only found one small bit of audio) and articles. Then I made the move to books and fictional representations of what happened back then. Now I’m at the point where there’s hardly anymore I could pick up about him. I constructed an image of his character out of all the tidbits and pieces found in articles, in interviews with his colleagues and in the one book I bought and which I’m still reading. I still feel like I don’t really know him; people seem somewhat protective of him and don’t tell all that much about him. I think Ian Lavender has been the most honest about him.

Thing is that I can’t judge him about the “bad” things that have been said about them; I do that and I understand very well why he did those things or behaved that way. Also his interests are very much like mine and on top of that, he had the same birth sign. And the last one was the one that threw me back on my most primal self. All that triggered the thought that he was my soulmate. However, I have no ground at all for that and I’m even a little embarrassed to say it. But it was the first thought I had when I realized I didn’t really need any explaination for any of his doings.

Another interesting and only slightly related fact, Alan Rickman is a pisces man too. I swear, I didn’t seek it out!

FYI: I’m a pisces woman.