"Ain't got no ambition/I'm just disillusioned/I'm a 20th century man/But I don't wanna be here..."
Alright, dudes and dudettes....as you can imagine, yesterday was a typically odd day in the life of ol' Chrome Dizzle. Today, however, has been flowing along rather decently for the most part.
As it turns out, I'll be in Lakewood again for part of this weekend to pick up my new car. And then it's back down to Columbus for Labor Day Non-Festivities and a week of hurried packing. It's strange that we're already moving out of this apartment; it seems like only a few weeks ago that we moved down here.
Life, apparently, goes on.
Another trainwreck of thought: It's not death that people fear so much, but pain. That's why doctors committing euthanasia stress that it will be painless, as if that makes it somehow not like dying. Perhaps the rationale is as follows: "Ah, I'm dying...which I wouldn't mind, except that it hurts." Or, for those of a more irritable temperament, "Ah, I'm dying...and wouldn't you know, even as I'm on the way out, there's pain. How unfair and inconsiderate."
Anyways. The things I think of while wandering my room in a daze. Actually, I might have thought about that while showering. I don't really remember.
But for those who worry, I'm okay. Everything's cool. I was merely upset yesterday by some news that, by today, has become nearly trivial. Or maybe I'm just not allowing myself to care. It's tough to say. Either way, though, my internal panic has subsided into a sort of calm indifference.
I'm feeling almost whimsical, but in a very unenergetic way. You probably know what I mean, even if I don't.
There should be more here, but it's impossible to narrate a life lived in absentia. Not accurately, at least.
It's typical of me to demand results, to demand a concrete formula for the abstract situations that dot the social landscape. I should not be disappointed by these unsolvable riddles.
Well, that's pretty much all I have for today. So take care of yourselves, darlings. I'm sure we'll speak again soon.
Catch ya on the flipside...
As it turns out, I'll be in Lakewood again for part of this weekend to pick up my new car. And then it's back down to Columbus for Labor Day Non-Festivities and a week of hurried packing. It's strange that we're already moving out of this apartment; it seems like only a few weeks ago that we moved down here.
Life, apparently, goes on.
Another trainwreck of thought: It's not death that people fear so much, but pain. That's why doctors committing euthanasia stress that it will be painless, as if that makes it somehow not like dying. Perhaps the rationale is as follows: "Ah, I'm dying...which I wouldn't mind, except that it hurts." Or, for those of a more irritable temperament, "Ah, I'm dying...and wouldn't you know, even as I'm on the way out, there's pain. How unfair and inconsiderate."
Anyways. The things I think of while wandering my room in a daze. Actually, I might have thought about that while showering. I don't really remember.
But for those who worry, I'm okay. Everything's cool. I was merely upset yesterday by some news that, by today, has become nearly trivial. Or maybe I'm just not allowing myself to care. It's tough to say. Either way, though, my internal panic has subsided into a sort of calm indifference.
I'm feeling almost whimsical, but in a very unenergetic way. You probably know what I mean, even if I don't.
There should be more here, but it's impossible to narrate a life lived in absentia. Not accurately, at least.
It's typical of me to demand results, to demand a concrete formula for the abstract situations that dot the social landscape. I should not be disappointed by these unsolvable riddles.
Well, that's pretty much all I have for today. So take care of yourselves, darlings. I'm sure we'll speak again soon.
Catch ya on the flipside...