I’ve Been Pretty Lazy Lately
It occurs to me periodically that I don’t actually have anything original to say or any clever way of saying it. The sheer pointlessness of what I’m doing is staring me right in the face. It’s glance is cool and calculating like the murderer in a paperback novel. It blinks twice. I stop typing. I’m not really saying anything anyway. I look away, start typing again. It starts whistling a soft wistful tune. I know then that I am finished. I never had a chance. I swallow hard and look up again, preparing. Then I close my eyes. The silence ensues. It is deep and sweet and feels like anything but the death I thought was coming. I am lost in this silence. I can swim in this noiseless void.
[four hours til i go to work]
I love this! As I read it, I pictured the entire exchange vividly (having lived it myself). Often, when that pointlessness and I start the little stare-down game I will turn away and read for a while or go over something that I wrote previously. It rarely helps, but it’s like the advice I give to my five-year-old when another child is bothering him – just walk away.
I think I’ll subscribe to your blog. I like your style and look forward to seeing what you have to share with our ambiguous Internet audience in the future.