May. 3rd, 2001
My fourth post, from October 13th
May. 3rd, 2001 12:30 amExcruciating happiness, exquisite sadness
Whorlpool has been posting about happiness; asking what has made us happy, lately.
I tried to think of something that made me happy that day. I couldn't think of anything. I posted that I enjoyed a duel I'd had with Ms. Fledermaus. It was great fun. But it didn't really make me happy. Happiness is longer term than that. Happiness comes from friendship and love. Happiness comes from being pleased with oneself and one's surroundings.
My friends (including some who are around here) don't really give me happiness. They make me smile and laugh. They beautify my world.
Should that make me happy?
I saw a beautiful sunset the other day. It was the archetypal sunset. Fluffy horizontal rows of glowing pink clouds. Brilliant pink sky fading into orange near the horizon. During my short westerly drive home, the pink faded entirely to orange. The clouds' glow turned towards the underside while a gray crept down them.
It was the sort of thing that I've always said made life worth living.
Does it? It adds so much to life, but can it sustain one on its own? Or does the beauty just prolong the agony?
Have you ever heard Patti Smith's "Farewell Reel"? It is for the loss of her husband. It is so sad. It is so beautiful. It is of a pain that most people can only hope to ever feel.
Smith's love gave her an exqusite sadness. A sadness that ultimately speaks that her life was worth living.
I am merely a witness to her pain, but when I witness this, it gives me hope.
I guess in the absence of true happiness, I'll settle for hope.
Whorlpool has been posting about happiness; asking what has made us happy, lately.
I tried to think of something that made me happy that day. I couldn't think of anything. I posted that I enjoyed a duel I'd had with Ms. Fledermaus. It was great fun. But it didn't really make me happy. Happiness is longer term than that. Happiness comes from friendship and love. Happiness comes from being pleased with oneself and one's surroundings.
My friends (including some who are around here) don't really give me happiness. They make me smile and laugh. They beautify my world.
Should that make me happy?
I saw a beautiful sunset the other day. It was the archetypal sunset. Fluffy horizontal rows of glowing pink clouds. Brilliant pink sky fading into orange near the horizon. During my short westerly drive home, the pink faded entirely to orange. The clouds' glow turned towards the underside while a gray crept down them.
It was the sort of thing that I've always said made life worth living.
Does it? It adds so much to life, but can it sustain one on its own? Or does the beauty just prolong the agony?
Have you ever heard Patti Smith's "Farewell Reel"? It is for the loss of her husband. It is so sad. It is so beautiful. It is of a pain that most people can only hope to ever feel.
Smith's love gave her an exqusite sadness. A sadness that ultimately speaks that her life was worth living.
I am merely a witness to her pain, but when I witness this, it gives me hope.
I guess in the absence of true happiness, I'll settle for hope.
columbines
May. 3rd, 2001 03:44 pmThe blue columbine seeds I put out last fall have sprouted and are almost as high as they were before the frost killed them.
I have a bad patch of yard outside my back window, that I decided I would dig out and replace sometime this summer, so I decided not to mow it (not that I've had a chance to mow yet this year anyway...) and I see there is a big columbine plant there. It's about five inches high. I had never seen it before. And I've mowed there every year before.
!
I have a bad patch of yard outside my back window, that I decided I would dig out and replace sometime this summer, so I decided not to mow it (not that I've had a chance to mow yet this year anyway...) and I see there is a big columbine plant there. It's about five inches high. I had never seen it before. And I've mowed there every year before.
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I hate shopping
May. 3rd, 2001 10:27 pmI particularly hate shopping for shoes. I need new athletic shoes. It is a struggle finding ones that aren't all trendy and obnoxious looking. I think one's shoes should stand out form the rest of his wardrobe. It is also tough finding sweatshop-free shoes. Well, I guess that's just because the only bad one I know of is Nike. So I always feel uneasy buying other brands because I don't know if they use cheap foreign labor as well. And I also feel uneasy buying other brands because Nike has the best quality (as far as I know. It's been a few years, so maybe they suck now, like all the rest). And then, did you know they no longer put arches into shoes? I couldn't find any in any of the shoes I stuck my hand into. Now I've paid forty bucks for some cheapass leather walking shoe, and I've gotta spend another eight or so on arch supports!
(side note: I misspelled obnoxious. I typed "obnoxiooous." The spell check recommended "nonpoisonous." Try it yourself!)
(side note: I misspelled obnoxious. I typed "obnoxiooous." The spell check recommended "nonpoisonous." Try it yourself!)