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Don't Have A Car, Much Less A Hearse
Feb. 15th, 2003 10:22 pmI went to campus for the Chinese Lantern Festival. I walked through sudden downpour to get there. And there was nothing going on when I arrived with pants drenched from the knees down. I stuck around, partly to dry off a bit and partly hoping that there would be something worth having gotten soaked for. After a while there was some entertainment; Chinese Yo-yos and all, but I didn't stay for all of it. I wondered why I had gone, and told myself, "Oh yes, so that I can have something to talk about."
I prepared to trudge back through the rain to come home, but I passed by a poster advertising the movie board's movie for this weekend. Harold & Maude. It was to start at 8:00. I thought I was too late to catch it, but a check of my watch showed that it was only five after, and I would indeed be able to catch most of it. I hadn't watched it in five years. This time I noticed how young Harold seems, as he is not the same age as the males I see every day as they have grown older.
Then I did walk back through the rain, now back to the steady drizzle that is more normal. I took off my hat and let my hair get soaked.
A few weeks ago, I felt an impulse to destroy everything I have, in a non-literal sense. I fought it and now lack the will to prevent decay.
I think I've stumbled upon another way of being neither happy nor unhappy. Instead of staying somewhere between, I alternate between facsimiles of the two. It's great fun, really.
Except not.
I prepared to trudge back through the rain to come home, but I passed by a poster advertising the movie board's movie for this weekend. Harold & Maude. It was to start at 8:00. I thought I was too late to catch it, but a check of my watch showed that it was only five after, and I would indeed be able to catch most of it. I hadn't watched it in five years. This time I noticed how young Harold seems, as he is not the same age as the males I see every day as they have grown older.
Then I did walk back through the rain, now back to the steady drizzle that is more normal. I took off my hat and let my hair get soaked.
A few weeks ago, I felt an impulse to destroy everything I have, in a non-literal sense. I fought it and now lack the will to prevent decay.
I think I've stumbled upon another way of being neither happy nor unhappy. Instead of staying somewhere between, I alternate between facsimiles of the two. It's great fun, really.
Except not.
