In Which I Pontificate About MSG and Poop and Gravity
Do you know those times when you just want to cry and you usually do because you kind of wonder what life is andyyou think about how lucky
you are to get to live it? I get what like seventy more years to have Christmas and drink tea and jump on trampolines. Holy mackerel. It's kind of
brilliant. You wrote a blog about the girl about her hair like strands like puppet strings and about kissing her smiling teeth and I was going to do
something really funny, write a parody of it with her as a pillow or an overly dramatic horse or something, because I felt sad when I read it. It
would have been very funny I am often very funny. But I didn't do it, because I love you. Even though I don't miss you very much anymore.
Some people would say they did it because they loved you if they wrote something like that, but I think that people who really love each other
don't do things like that to each other. But I bet you wouldn't even tell people I'm funny now. I don't care, because I love you. I also left half the
packet of seasoning out of my Top Ramen today because I am slightly allergic to MSG so I only get half as flushed and half the tummy ache
when I eat it, and in that way, I am responsible. I am responsible in ways like that. I just finished a book that made my mouth drop open. I am
going to write a book like that sometime, I really am, or perhaps an essay. I just want people to feel how lucky they are to feel, I think the people
who make other people feel that are the luckiest people in the world, and there are all kinds of them. What if we were just things that floated
around and didn't feel? There was a part in the book about an astronaut who had to be carried out of his spaceship when he got back here
because gravity is what makes your muscles strong. Gravity is what makes your muscles strong. All the poop floating around in the world is
what makes me strong. If nothing ever happened I wouldn't get anything. And I get a lot of things already. I'll probably get more. I got a crackling
job yesterday and today I got a Coke from my basement and sipped it because my stomach really hurts. I think the problem with feeling is that
some people feel too much. I think we all feel too much sometimes, like at funerals and watching Christmas movies and at plays and stuff, but
some people are born to feel so much that they can't move around a lot. They spend a lot of time staring out windows and writing morose things
that are sometimes shitty but sometimes good, and they help other people, or they feed off of them, or both. And they laugh or cry
uncontrollably at things that other people don't, and sometimes they can't stop themselves, and sometimes they feel like they are not in their
bodies, like astral projection or something. They're lucky though because they feel too much, because feeling too much is significantly beautiful
even though it's hard and it takes up a lot of time. I saw a guy feeling too much yesterday at Costco, a forty-something guy with a neon orange
worker man vest on and rough hands without a wedding ring who had a cart with green bananas in it very gently holding up a Mammals Of the
World book in his rough hands and reading it. His face looked wondering. Sometimes I believe I am one of these people, and then sometimes I
get homework done and wake up early and bathe and eat a bagel on campus while highlighting in my course packet and feel like one of the
people who don't feel too much. It really depends on the day.
you are to get to live it? I get what like seventy more years to have Christmas and drink tea and jump on trampolines. Holy mackerel. It's kind of
brilliant. You wrote a blog about the girl about her hair like strands like puppet strings and about kissing her smiling teeth and I was going to do
something really funny, write a parody of it with her as a pillow or an overly dramatic horse or something, because I felt sad when I read it. It
would have been very funny I am often very funny. But I didn't do it, because I love you. Even though I don't miss you very much anymore.
Some people would say they did it because they loved you if they wrote something like that, but I think that people who really love each other
don't do things like that to each other. But I bet you wouldn't even tell people I'm funny now. I don't care, because I love you. I also left half the
packet of seasoning out of my Top Ramen today because I am slightly allergic to MSG so I only get half as flushed and half the tummy ache
when I eat it, and in that way, I am responsible. I am responsible in ways like that. I just finished a book that made my mouth drop open. I am
going to write a book like that sometime, I really am, or perhaps an essay. I just want people to feel how lucky they are to feel, I think the people
who make other people feel that are the luckiest people in the world, and there are all kinds of them. What if we were just things that floated
around and didn't feel? There was a part in the book about an astronaut who had to be carried out of his spaceship when he got back here
because gravity is what makes your muscles strong. Gravity is what makes your muscles strong. All the poop floating around in the world is
what makes me strong. If nothing ever happened I wouldn't get anything. And I get a lot of things already. I'll probably get more. I got a crackling
job yesterday and today I got a Coke from my basement and sipped it because my stomach really hurts. I think the problem with feeling is that
some people feel too much. I think we all feel too much sometimes, like at funerals and watching Christmas movies and at plays and stuff, but
some people are born to feel so much that they can't move around a lot. They spend a lot of time staring out windows and writing morose things
that are sometimes shitty but sometimes good, and they help other people, or they feed off of them, or both. And they laugh or cry
uncontrollably at things that other people don't, and sometimes they can't stop themselves, and sometimes they feel like they are not in their
bodies, like astral projection or something. They're lucky though because they feel too much, because feeling too much is significantly beautiful
even though it's hard and it takes up a lot of time. I saw a guy feeling too much yesterday at Costco, a forty-something guy with a neon orange
worker man vest on and rough hands without a wedding ring who had a cart with green bananas in it very gently holding up a Mammals Of the
World book in his rough hands and reading it. His face looked wondering. Sometimes I believe I am one of these people, and then sometimes I
get homework done and wake up early and bathe and eat a bagel on campus while highlighting in my course packet and feel like one of the
people who don't feel too much. It really depends on the day.