of the day:
Girl: "What kind of sandwich
Guy: "Ham on challah
." But I digress...
I overheard that, not surprisingly, on the bus
, which I spent way too much time on today. Do bus thermostat
s only have two settings, Off and Raging Inferno
? I could feel that ridiculous heat sort of curl
up into my nose, feel it curdle
my feet and chap
my skin. I hate that feeling. And I hate having to stand on the bus with my arms outstretch
ed like some ill-crucified god, all my soft, vulnerable underbelly
exposed. After dark, when the only light on the bus was from the red Exit signs, I just leaned my forehead against the window, to feel the cold.
I've been spending a lot of time immersed in humanity
lately. Too much time, I think. Last night I watched about 3 straight hours of one of those "real life" ER
-type programs on The Learning Channel, and I just sort of zoned out
on other people's pain
. I don't mean that I didn't feel it, not at all. It was just so real
, so visceral
, so much more authentic
- I guess that's the word I'm searching for, I can't really find the right one- I was crying for these people I will probably never meet, and who hopefully
have moved on from these traumas
. They showed the pulling of the plug
, a death so quiet, so subtle, so deceptive... The boy had been shot, something gang-related
...One of those things you hear about on the nightly news
that you don't really think about because it happens so often. I was shaken so deeply...went to bed with the tears still in my eyes.
Happy Halloween everybody...hope all your treats are yummy and your tricks are successful...