I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
It’s 3:18 am and i know I should not have waited so long to start my paper but i just want to call my professor up and be like you know this is all fake right. I don’t really have to write this. I am paying you to make me do this and then for you to evaluate how good i did. I can just choose not to. I’m an adult. I’m paying your salary. None of this is real
I turned this paper in with literally seconds to spare. I am bursting with adrenaline. I am running on 20 minutes of sleep caffeine and the lack of amitryptaline. I feel so alive i feel 19 again college is amazing
It’s 3:18 am and i know I should not have waited so long to start my paper but i just want to call my professor up and be like you know this is all fake right. I don’t really have to write this. I am paying you to make me do this and then for you to evaluate how good i did. I can just choose not to. I’m an adult. I’m paying your salary. None of this is real
