June 19, 2013

• You shall love

  I write to you in hopes that you will realize I am worthless.

  
  

  Why don’t we go to concerts and sings songs in praise of selfishness? Why do we have to cover it up? Can’t we just go among the throngs of people and lift our hands and shout ‘I want others to bow down to my wishes all the time!’ Couldn’t that be a song? What a bunch of snakes we are.

  
  

  Today I got home from work and my shirt was sticking to me. It took me awhile to pull it off. I wasn’t very strategic: I pulled it from the top, instead of shimmying my arms inside it and then peeling it off from the bottom up. After that I kicked off my shoes without untying them. My dirtied socks I threw into a corner, and my shorts found the floor as well. I was home.  

  
  

  Did you know fireflies are dying out because of light pollution? They can’t see each others’ mating calls as well any more.

  
  

  Once you figure out life, you’ll find it doesn’t even matter. Other people will still be difficult to understand and love, in ways you could never have predicted. Figuring out life turns out to be either trivial or impossible.

  
  

  Every time someone pocket-dials you and you hear them on the other side laughing and talking to people you should grow a furrowed brow and think, ‘So it is true. Their life does keep going while I’m not around.’

  
  

  (‘They’ll meet God face to face, and I won’t even be there for it.’)

  
  

  Life in the city happens roughly ten times faster than the speed of your ability to interpret it.

  
  

  It’s like the other day when I stared long and hard at the word ‘Toyota’ and kept trying to turn it into a palindrome.  ”A toy ought to be a toyota.” A toy ot to be a toy ot a …. 

  
  

  Hmmm ….

  
  

  I didn’t work. It will never work. 

  
  

  But I really wanted it to.

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