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Tiberius
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 27, 2012
Lian was an outwardly humble man, but inwardly he was always a man who thought of himself in terms of what he had. He was the type who listened to classical music for the sake of being able to say he listened to classical music, that is, so he could be comfortable thinking of himself as an elite. At the same time, however, he never, ever let that be the reason that slipped out; he listened to pop when others wanted too. He grew up poor, and looked up to them, but always thought of himself as a decent member of a class that had long ago disappeared, like a prince or a biblical king.
He was delighted to have fallen in love with a woman very beautiful; he was delighted that his proposal to her was well received. She was the pious type, the healthy type, the prudish type - he thought he had the seeds of perfection.
Unfortunately for him, his perfectionist desires always left him wanting more. Like adding a spice to flavour the rice, he wouldn't have just rice, like everyone else. The classical music may have had a better reputation than Snoop Dog or Lady Gaga, but at the same time, it embellished itself with more tones, more modes, more complexity, to the point where he himself lost sight of the fulfilling side of music - Schönberg was by far his favourite composer.
This complemented itself towards his other tastes: in wine he could rival that of a Roman emperor; in movies his tastes were somewhat gaudy - choosing artsy-ness over simplicity and minimalism - even when he enjoyed the latter, he accepted nothing short of the bold. He was baroque, romantic, modern; he looked down to others with frustration - they who didn't plan on ahead, falling for Springer-like traps - as banal, trivial, pop.
But his wife, as he later found, was exactly that. Her piousness came from her choice, her health came from distaste with obesity, and her prudishness came from a genuine disinterest. Though relative newly-weds, starting from the honeymoon on he found himself growing more and more disinterested in her, as she didn't share his desires. Especially in bed.
Frustrated, feeling alone, he gave a prayer, asking for more, asking for more, unaware of the richness he had already had. He laid down to sleep, in a room separate from his wife's - she had insisted that they sleep separate, despite her love and that 1950's sort of feeling it gave.
He was delighted to have fallen in love with a woman very beautiful; he was delighted that his proposal to her was well received. She was the pious type, the healthy type, the prudish type - he thought he had the seeds of perfection.
Unfortunately for him, his perfectionist desires always left him wanting more. Like adding a spice to flavour the rice, he wouldn't have just rice, like everyone else. The classical music may have had a better reputation than Snoop Dog or Lady Gaga, but at the same time, it embellished itself with more tones, more modes, more complexity, to the point where he himself lost sight of the fulfilling side of music - Schönberg was by far his favourite composer.
This complemented itself towards his other tastes: in wine he could rival that of a Roman emperor; in movies his tastes were somewhat gaudy - choosing artsy-ness over simplicity and minimalism - even when he enjoyed the latter, he accepted nothing short of the bold. He was baroque, romantic, modern; he looked down to others with frustration - they who didn't plan on ahead, falling for Springer-like traps - as banal, trivial, pop.
But his wife, as he later found, was exactly that. Her piousness came from her choice, her health came from distaste with obesity, and her prudishness came from a genuine disinterest. Though relative newly-weds, starting from the honeymoon on he found himself growing more and more disinterested in her, as she didn't share his desires. Especially in bed.
Frustrated, feeling alone, he gave a prayer, asking for more, asking for more, unaware of the richness he had already had. He laid down to sleep, in a room separate from his wife's - she had insisted that they sleep separate, despite her love and that 1950's sort of feeling it gave.
