Despair. Even after my first big break-up, when I was lying in my bedroom at 8 o’clock at night in the dark, feeling like I couldn’t move to turn on the light, I was kind of enjoying myself. Even when I graduated from the school on the bluffs and felt sad to enter the working world, I didn’t feel like things were beyond hope.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
One happy couple, about ten years older than Blondie and I, come to the drive through regularly. They glow, but they are not trying to glow. They are kind, but they’re not trying to be kind in a human way, as in “I’m trying to be kind because I’m a good person.” We have a dear relationship, smiling at each other dearly every time they come. According to bank policy, I have to address customers by name. I have never called this couple by name. It would be like turning the light on too soon after a great theatre performance. It would bring things down to a human level. When I was at a career conference, my friends laughed at me because I kept saying, “I just want to do something magic.” I said “magic” 18 times. Well, in this case, I am keeping things magic.