Monday, January 31, 2005
I took the day off work because of a serious cough and a sore throat.
I didn't realize that I'd be stuck inside a house with low supplies of cough syrup
and cough drops. I was also dangerously low on entertainment.
At about 3:30 a group of kids on their way home from school gather outside my
door and held a shouting match. It seems one girl felt that she had been
victimized for no reason by a group of boys and decided that enough was
enough. She asked them how they'd feel getting their faces pushed in the snow
every day. They really didn't know how to respond. They shrugged, mumbled, ignored,
and pushed on.
She turned to her friends and said 'How would they feel if they were the ones going to anger
management classes? They think I like that, I have enough shit in my life to deal with.'
I watched this entire scenario play out from my peephole. I felt like fucking Jimmy
Stewart.
At about 4, I decided it was time to leave the house and get some pick me ups.
I ran out of my house, slipped on the stairs, ripped my pants, and ripped my skin :
I didn't realize that I'd be stuck inside a house with low supplies of cough syrup
and cough drops. I was also dangerously low on entertainment.
At about 3:30 a group of kids on their way home from school gather outside my
door and held a shouting match. It seems one girl felt that she had been
victimized for no reason by a group of boys and decided that enough was
enough. She asked them how they'd feel getting their faces pushed in the snow
every day. They really didn't know how to respond. They shrugged, mumbled, ignored,
and pushed on.
She turned to her friends and said 'How would they feel if they were the ones going to anger
management classes? They think I like that, I have enough shit in my life to deal with.'
I watched this entire scenario play out from my peephole. I felt like fucking Jimmy
Stewart.
At about 4, I decided it was time to leave the house and get some pick me ups.
I ran out of my house, slipped on the stairs, ripped my pants, and ripped my skin :
He said "I don't talk the way I think because I haven't ever heard noone say 'affeckshanahdo' aloud before"
It's not that you have this deep seated desire to keep things to yourself, it's not that you try to hide your intelligence for fear of reprisal. 'Soul of a poet trapped inside the body of the working class' that sort of bullshit just doesn't come into play. It's mostly that you never heard ethereal, afficionado, zeitgeist, paradigm, and matronym, when you were working on the car with your dad. You hear "sonofawhore" instead of somnambulist, "goddamned slut" instead of godroon, "fuckingjesusmaryandjoseph"l instead of well anything. You never were trying to hide your book learning.
A woman once spoke of her son with all the reverance she could muster, "He's not booksmart, he's peoplesmart, he's real streetsmart, he knows what's goin on, y'know? Not great at school, doesn't get the marks like his sister, but he understans people, he understans the way the world works."
You're not trying to hide your book learning, your school smarts, though one would assume (perhaps even correctly) that you'd be better off hiding it. You just don't have the words. You don't have the ability to form the words orally that are bandied about in your head.
Sometimes you think it's better to just shut the fuck up.
It's not that you have this deep seated desire to keep things to yourself, it's not that you try to hide your intelligence for fear of reprisal. 'Soul of a poet trapped inside the body of the working class' that sort of bullshit just doesn't come into play. It's mostly that you never heard ethereal, afficionado, zeitgeist, paradigm, and matronym, when you were working on the car with your dad. You hear "sonofawhore" instead of somnambulist, "goddamned slut" instead of godroon, "fuckingjesusmaryandjoseph"l instead of well anything. You never were trying to hide your book learning.
A woman once spoke of her son with all the reverance she could muster, "He's not booksmart, he's peoplesmart, he's real streetsmart, he knows what's goin on, y'know? Not great at school, doesn't get the marks like his sister, but he understans people, he understans the way the world works."
You're not trying to hide your book learning, your school smarts, though one would assume (perhaps even correctly) that you'd be better off hiding it. You just don't have the words. You don't have the ability to form the words orally that are bandied about in your head.
Sometimes you think it's better to just shut the fuck up.
I Don't I Do, It's You
I used to be enamoured with Ambrose Bierce. I used to love those who fought for noble causes, lived hard, whatever the fuck that means, and then disappeared whether it be into one oblivion or another.
I know now that I can't hold my liquor, I can barely hold a decent conversation when I'm drunk, file under 'loose lips, sink ships'.
I know now that I can't will my anxiety away, I used to bring my bike to work so that on my lunch break I could bike home as fast as I could to make sure I turned the stove top burner off.
I know now that I am neither rough nor tumble, I punched a fellow in the head three times and he laughed it off.
I used to be enamoured with Ambrose Bierce. I used to love those who fought for noble causes, lived hard, whatever the fuck that means, and then disappeared whether it be into one oblivion or another.
I know now that I can't hold my liquor, I can barely hold a decent conversation when I'm drunk, file under 'loose lips, sink ships'.
I know now that I can't will my anxiety away, I used to bring my bike to work so that on my lunch break I could bike home as fast as I could to make sure I turned the stove top burner off.
I know now that I am neither rough nor tumble, I punched a fellow in the head three times and he laughed it off.
To stop them from feeding on each other, here is what we must do:
Take them each in pairs.
From the one on the left take the sight.
From the one on the right the hearing.
Send them out and see now how they fare.
Take them each in pairs.
From the one on the left take the sight.
From the one on the right the hearing.
Send them out and see now how they fare.
