—FIFTEEN IN A
THIRTY, I AIN’T IN NO HURRY
…I wonder if the
earth is ever surprised by the beauty of her sunsets.
…It’s going to be
an irregular week, flying to the opposite side of the country well before dawn, so these posts
won’t fall into their usual pattern.
Sorry about that.
…What does it
matter? The stark reality is it doesn’t
matter.
…Every morning will
be a little different now, but it’s still morning, and apparently, I’m still
here.
…Jekyll and Hyde
types are hard to handle, especially for people like me. I mean, you never know what you’re going to
get. You never know what to trust, or
not to trust. The hammer can come down
at any second, not caring one bit where it lands or what it crushes.
…“Crushed” is a
heavy word, even though it implies being pulverized.
…One of the first
things a child learns in a healthy family is trust. That’s a pretty important thing.
…There’s a baby
crying in the other room. In my
house. Right over there. What, what?
…I’m very much
concerned, as I know you are, about what is being delivered to our children.
…Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! One more time: Stomp! Oh hell, why not one
more time, just for fun: Stomp!
…Sandy, my
darling, you hurt me real bad. You know
it’s true.
…We deal with such
simple things as getting a haircut, or the feelings one has toward brothers and
sisters, and the kind of anger that arises from simple or non-simple actions.
…Believe me, when
something miraculous happens—like a sip of champagne or a forget-me-not among
the roses—don’t try to repeat it.
…Self-preservation—now
there’s a word for you.
…I am determined
to walk home now, limping a little from all of the falseness, all of the breaking.
…“Look,” I
murmured to the green bird who crashed into the window, “you can do this. You can make it.”
…You cannot simply
burn the past and expect it to stay burned forever.
…Straw puppets are
my least favorite kind of puppets. After
all, they’re flammable.
…It was as though
someone had slid ice cubes down the back of my shirt. That, or a chainsaw.
…This is what I
want to give every day—an expression of caring.
…Wherever I go
people think I’m Dwight. I’m not Dwight.
…The love you get
is equal to love you give… Not so sure
about that.
…“The unexamined
life isn’t worth living.” I think
Socrates or somebody like that said this, and it kind of makes sense.
…Abraham and
Rehab… Now there’s a pair, but really that’s just you and I, each one of us a
duality.
…You’re
crazy. Why would you go up that
mountain?
…What I thought
were faces turned out to be mirrors that were actually skyscrapers riddled with
graffiti. It bothered me at first, until
I understood that people just want to know that they exist.
…You’ve made this
day a special day just by being you.
There’s no person in the whole world like you, and I like you just the
way you are.
…If we can only
make it clear that feelings are mentionable and manageable, we will have done a
great service.
…I’m grateful, not
only for your goosebumps, but for the kind of communication we have.
…This has to do
with that good feeling of control that we all need—What do you do with that mad that you feel? When you feel so mad that you could
bite? When the whole wide world feels oh
so wrong, and nothing you do seems very right?
What do you do?
…Be careful who
you ask favors from. Even a simple
favor. They might say Yes but not even
mean it at all. You could even get scalded, and burned very badly, in the process.
…It wasn’t
supposed to end this way, but this is it—the end. Mos def.
Fini. Time for you to start a new game. Get that shredder cooking.
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