Affection, jealousy, lust all pass through me much as people pass through the world, occasionally significant but generally mere conduits for the next batch. Something will matter again, eventually.
Like when I get my SAT scores back -- the irresolution is agonizing.
Actually, utterly unlike that (though I do want my scores back). Snowboarding might be close to the mark; I've recently been haunted by a profound and ineffable desire to snowboard. Last time I went I reached a major personal milestone, switching from heel to toe without falling while moving at a decent rate. For the moment I'd settle for snowboarding.
But there has to be more to life than snowboarding. And I really doubt that it's skiing.
posted on Monday, October 11, 2004
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