One of the smaller moods

“What are you thinking about?”

“This song. It takes me back to a mood I used to be in as a kid”

“Is it a good mood?”

“I don’t know. Mostly, it’s just familiar. I remember doing things while feeling like this. Some were good, some bad, some were just, you know, life. Walking to school, sneaking to the store on the way home, rustling leaves. Nothing big, but I was there, you know? It was me, in this mood”

“Sounds nice”

“I’m going to sit with it for a while”

“Tell me the good parts later”

Combo breaker

It was a Taco Bell. It looked just as you would expect, deliberately identical to the vast numbers of other Bells out there. The food, too, had that distinct quality of sameness. Everything was a blur of similarity, neither here nor there, flowing together into a vast undifferentiated blob of unity that hampered any further attempt at thinking things through

But then, outside: the ocean

The sudden shift from one kind of overwhelming totality to another was almost too much to bear. But, in all this, one key difference snuck in, clearing up the confusion:

The ocean tasted better

Reading the signs

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Yes”

“But why?”

“You’ve read Foucault. There is nothing I could tell you that would be news to you”

“I do not understand”

“That’s the point. You’ve written about it at extended length and in considerable detail, yet you still end up acting the way you do. It’s as if the theory is all there, but you lack all will to actually use it”

“But”

“No buts. The circumstances allowing for such speech acts have long passed. I just wanted you to know, and why. I hope your next article turns out well”

Long time no see

“It’s like riding a bike”

“In that you never really forget how to do it, and can pick it up years and years later?”

“Yes. But that’s only part of the story. See, your body remembers riding bikes, but it also remembers doing it with a different set of muscles than you have now. So you act on your memories and assume things that are not there, and end up doing things you’d rather not do”

“Huh. I guess I never thought about it that way”

“No worries. Let’s take it easy this first time, to get up to speed”

Damning praise

All her life, she had been praised for her principles and her strong sense of right and wrong. More often than not, she was held forward as an example to emulate, a role model to follow. It happened more often than she was comfortable with, but being herself, she never let it show.

The praise is not false, mind. It is quite on the money, in fact. But it rings true for the wrong reasons.

Thing is, she is not guided by principles or strong commitments. She is driven by a brutal and relentless neuroticism, and is literally unable to act any other way. Given time, this tendency will burn her out, but until then, she will be the one to shine the brightest.