Random quote of the day:
Girl: "What kind of
sandwich is that?
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
thermostats 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
outstretched 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...