Yes, I’m a woman of sensible, terribly sensible shoes. I still own lots of them. After a ten-pair purge I’m down to just over thirty…pair. I buy shoes prophylactically, restoratively, because they are there and occasionally even because I need them. But No, I never had Go-Go boots. Did you?
In unconnected hours face-to-face, drenched in the ice-water of failed intimacy, I met loneliness–a very different thing from alone-ness. That loneliness withered my strong right-side under worm-eaten embraces, preoccupied hearts, and habitual sex.
Adults have different problems with multiplication. For example, divorce times backstabbing times sick child, times crazy boss, times stopped-up toilet equals chest-pounding tremors. Nobody prepares you for this kind of multiplication. When you lose the numbers you lose all kinds of certainty.
It’s not like I have to believe something to make each day go round. It’s been going round a long time—long before me. It’ll go on long after, if we don’t screw it up too bad. What I say, or think, or believe don’t matter.
Now, computer dating is already a pretty weird thing. We’ve taken some sort of mysterious Darwinian biochemical social phenomena and made it a language-based, picture assisted lottery. Or I guess if you’re a guy, it’s more of a picture-based language-assisted bar stool. In any case, words are important. The word was ‘Mensch’ in Big Words.
… a lot of those people reach a certain status. I’ve been sharing these streets and performances, this growth of our city and the electronica that can connect and separate us for twenty and thirty years. It’s really something.
I’m also really sorry that there are people out there who do rude, insensitive, cruel and hateful things, all the time, everyday, and they don’t apologize. I’m so sorry those people never know the pain they cause and they don’t seem to suffer for their conduct.
I’m screaming around the circular airport drive to find a spot to get rid of this car and I’ve almost made the full circle. I’ll just follow this guy into the employee parking lot. I sneak in on his card swipe–a charmed life.