On life:
“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going?” ― Tennessee Williams
Actually, by that definition, there’s no such a thing as a “present moment”.
Discuss among yourselves.
Afterthought: I apologize for the unwarranted gravity of this post. And now, we return to the topic of Salma Hayek’s boobs.
The art of literature lies in turning the trite into the profound.
or, in some instances, vice versa.
After all, we wouldn’t want any unwarranted gravity dragging on Salma Hayek’s boobs, would we?
Go stand in the corner.
Afterthought: I apologize for the unwarranted gravity of this post. And now, we return to the topic of Salma Hayek’s boobs.
Thanks for the contrition, Kim. Links?
“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory of Salma Hayek’s boobs, and they’re out of reach?” – gwalchmai munn
…like most of the wonderful things in life.
It is 25 minutes to seven. The coffee is brewing–which means I haven’t had a cup yet. Too early for abstract intellectualizing and pondering.
That said, a significant part of life, at least for those who are more successful than your average street person, is thinking about the future. Planning, worrying, hoping.
Where does anticipation and planning ahead fit into this narrative?
How to you ignore time when you are trying to reload center-fire bullets and shoot targets at 500 yards. Time is real, time has meaning, gravity is real, velocity is real and by the way bullets are really real too. Shooting against the clock in steel challenge, time is real.
The wife and I were on a short road trip from Sunday last until yesterday. I went out to get some foodstuffs from the freezer and found it completely thawed out, and all the contents room temp or higher. Completely ruined. Breaker popped. Bonus sons denied culpability but a quick scan of the driveway security cams showed them washing their cars with the pressure washer (which, not surprisingly, was on the same circuit as the freezer, despite having it’s own outlet on the other side of the garage). After some pointed interrogatives, they suddenly recalled that the breaker popped and instead of resetting it, they just used the garden hose to rinse off their cars.
That’s the kind of shit that makes time pass more slowly (and neck veins pop).
One assumes that said bonus sons will make restitution?
One would think so, but sadly, no.
I got to them too late. They think I’m a military hard-ass (I’m not). I just expect them to own their actions, and the consequences that arise from those actions. The Fetching Dr. Topcat, as her culture requires, indulges her sons in every whim and fantasy. I’ve come to accept that to have any expectations from them is folly and a sure prescription for disappointment. They should be out of the house next summer, so I bide my time and bite my lip.
And that little fiasco with the freezer doesn’t crack the Top Ten of their fuck-ups over the past 6 years. I could write a book.
Its easy to imagine yesterday didn’t happen.. Or forget it, especially if its something unpleasant. Today is always with us so we can’t avoid it. The really hard thing is to accept that tomorrow is never guaranteed and plan and act accordingly. That takes real courage.