Sinister: from the lobby
Stankin' Cooter
stankin_cooter at xxx.com
Mon Nov 19 04:31:01 GMT 2001
My lovelies:
Normally Id post because I had something to say, or through a sudden rush
of affection, but something else is making me write today. I hope it turns
out to be more than the fear that Ill be forgotten about. Well see.
To the untrained eye, it looks like Im doing alright. I have the dream
job, a nice place to live, handsome friends, enough food and too much drink.
The thought strikes me, however, that most of my time is spent working
towards something that I may or may not have wanted at the time at which I
set out, for reasons that may well have changed while Ive been busy paying
attention to other things. The rest of my time, of course, is spent in
costly and damaging escapes from my working life.
There was meant to be something else.
Im sure that Ill find time for the things that matter to me, that are
important, that make all of this other stuff worth surviving. There will be
a Sunday afternoon, a quiet evening in, a time when things ease back a bit.
Where on earth do we pick up the notion that we can trust ourselves?
I have thought a lot about happiness. It seems to me that happiness is the
ability to look just far enough ahead. To strike a balance between doing
what will make me feel good right now, and what will make me feel good
tomorrow about the person I have been today.
If anyone has any ideas on how to actually do this answers on the back of
a postcard, please.
I find myself happiest when at the point of beginning to tear open the
wrapping paper knowing just the general size and heft of things.
Anticipation excitingly narrows to an edge, then to a point. Idle wonder has
been put aside: the thing has substance. Its nothing yet, though, so its
still potentially everything. Theres not a thought spare for whats been
left out; Im still unencumbered.
I find less within me than I once did. I dont think that theres less
there; I think I spend less time looking.
Sometimes theres a message, a package, a phonecall, a song, a painting, a
book. Sometimes a leaf falls from a tree and lands at your feet. Sometimes
you think of someone, and they think of you.
Sometimes you see between and through things. Sometimes this makes you feel
warm, at others: cold.
Im trying to make myself a better person. Ive given up the fags, cut back
on the booze, lost some weight. Im working more, spending less. Im being
more honest, feeling more. None of this is working, but Ill press on for a
bit yet. I may not be principled, but at least Im stubborn.
Some good things happened. I went to Melbourne last weekend and had some
fun. I drank and danced too much (I drink well and dance badly) and talked
to some people I dont know. I got some new records, which I really like. I
played some cards, and won some money. A cocker spaniel decided that it
really liked me, and wouldnt let me sleep for three nights, with licking my
ear and jumping on my face. I didnt mind. Is this what its about? I guess
I wasnt promised anything.
Ive spent some time alone lately: I think perhaps its showing. Im
normally far cheekier and less contemplative. I wont make a habit of
posting when I find myself in this mood. Squeezing you lot into my lunch
break, alongside an orange juice and a tuna sandwich in the middle of a long
day at my desk isnt really an appropriate outlet. Still, youve given me a
lot lately, so Ill give you something back, even if its not what you
wanted. Take your time with the wrapping paper.
Ive got a big trip coming up, for which Im not prepared. Its
scary/exciting, and Im trying to look just far enough ahead.
Well, I think that was worse than my usual post, but at least it was
shorter.
In any case, take nothing but the very best of care of yourselves, and stay
lovingly rolled in flour and lightly pan-fried.
Bulk love,
-David.
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