“The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?” He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.” ~ David Foster Wallace
“And make no mistake: irony tyrannizes us. The reason why our pervasive cultural irony is at once so powerful and so unsatisfying is that an ironist is impossible to pin down. All U.S. irony is based on an implicit “I don’t really mean what I’m saying.” So what does irony as a cultural norm mean to say? That it’s impossible to mean what you say? That maybe it’s too bad it’s impossible, but wake up and smell the coffee already? Most likely, I think, today’s irony ends up saying: “How totally banal of you to ask what I really mean.” ~ David Foster Wallace
Things have been difficult on the personal front, which is why I’ve been missing posting daily; “missing” in both senses of the word. Such is life. More time needed for sleep and other elements of self-care. It’s as easy as that. As a result I reckon my posts will appear sporadically for a while. Sad, right? Yeh, poor me. All things must pass. It’ll get better. Focus on the positive. All that, and I unavoidably missed my monthly massage. That’s the sad part; the rest shall indeed pass in time. Including the low, troubled mood, but Rosie the cat is here, and quite capable of helping with that palliation and stuff. Feeling challenged, nervous, and exhausted. We’ve all been there. I do keep that in mind. On that note I must be running along. Onward.
All is well. Goof gloriously.