Commisery
I have a new friend with which to contemplate life's iniquities. Shannon Olson, author of Children of God Go Bowling is crazy. Not batshit crazy. Just the normal Minnesota fashion, with strange, strained family relations and the inability to laugh at herself. Somewhat common to the colder climes of America, it seems...
The loneliness in her book puts things in perspective. She's single like I'm unemployed (which is to say, seemingly hopelessly so). But at least I'm not alone (hurray!) ...though she boasts a rewarding career (sigh). So, it's with an odd kind of identification that I read about about her mom's aggressive advice and her new niece's "baby smells."
Things don't "just work out." Or do they? Right now, the world's like James' peach and I'm a lowly shark in the water, unable to open my mouth wide enough to take a bite. I'd flip my head back if I could... but if I'm unhinged, what good would I be? I certainly can't just wait for little bits of career to fall into my mouth. But I also can't battle for something unwanted or undefined. That's it. I should refine my idea of what careers will make me happy. The vaguer I leave it, the less I'll actually fight. And, hell, maybe something will fall into my mouth. Can't discount kizmit.
Is nibbling a giant peach really the best metaphor I could think of? I mustn't be as desolate as I thought.
The loneliness in her book puts things in perspective. She's single like I'm unemployed (which is to say, seemingly hopelessly so). But at least I'm not alone (hurray!) ...though she boasts a rewarding career (sigh). So, it's with an odd kind of identification that I read about about her mom's aggressive advice and her new niece's "baby smells."
Things don't "just work out." Or do they? Right now, the world's like James' peach and I'm a lowly shark in the water, unable to open my mouth wide enough to take a bite. I'd flip my head back if I could... but if I'm unhinged, what good would I be? I certainly can't just wait for little bits of career to fall into my mouth. But I also can't battle for something unwanted or undefined. That's it. I should refine my idea of what careers will make me happy. The vaguer I leave it, the less I'll actually fight. And, hell, maybe something will fall into my mouth. Can't discount kizmit.
Is nibbling a giant peach really the best metaphor I could think of? I mustn't be as desolate as I thought.