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15 October 2002 (Tuesday): good day, sunshine

The sun just came out. It is a bitterly cold foggy day, and I live in an apartment which, for all its charms, has no appreciable insulation. The socks and wool sweater are doing more than this brief ray of yellow light to warm me, but I'm smiling at the sun nonetheless.

God is, among other things, a bowl of hot broccoli-and-portabello-mushroom soup and a hand-tossed salad, eaten at a small black wooden table looking out on a city street, with a vase of flowers brought over by a boyfriend for no apparent reason. (Much as Soren hates the term, I keep thinking "well-trained" when he does these things. He remembers anniversaries, opens passenger-side doors, and brings flowers. He is a boy. Someone had to beat this into him, I suspect. Either that or he's an alien.)

It's amazing how much life brightens with meaning when you talk to people. I'm not exactly shy, but I am naturally antisocial, so this is a new discovery. This taxi driver used to be a radio announcer for a show he loved. This woman in need of my cardboard boxes is studying to be a drug-abuse counselor for prison inmates. This man beside me on the airplane was on a carrier off the coast of Japan when the bomb was dropped on Nagasaki. This hairstylist's mother would subtly insult her whenever she lost weight, so she stayed obese for years, until she finally figured out what was going on. I've heard of people complaining about hearing someone else's life story, but to me it's enthralling. I could have been you, I always say to them silently. This could have been my story.

posted by enjelani @ 12:22 PM PST

Replies: 3 comments

egads... well-trained and beaten into romantic submission... why not just throw "p-whipped" in there too while yer at it? ;-) :-P

hmmm... suddenly I'm channelling Mr. Syndromes.

posted by soren @ 15 10 2002 04:08 PM PST

Haha, there is no better way to be whipped, than with a "p" ;)

posted by syndromes @ 15 10 2002 08:05 PM PST

mushrooms. ::shudder::

it's amazing what you find out about people when you talk to them. if only I talked to people... alas...

posted by dishi @ 15 10 2002 11:34 PM PST