What was I doing last night?
I walked to the train after work because the Dobló is at the mechanic's until some Italian sends a part. The car is 5 or 6 years old now, and who makes spare parts for cars that old?
Then Alpha picked me up and rushed me to my cello lesson.
Which went well. I basically sat and talked to my teacher the whole time and at the end said I'd like to do more Bach and he said okay and gave me a piece to start with.
Somewhere along the line, last night, or maybe earlier, sometime during the day, I felt bad. So I invented a coping mechanism, a mental exercise, which I give to you for free.
It works like this:
Imagine you died, and it really fucking sucked, and this is your second chance at life. What do you like about it most?
Posted at September 15, 2005 09:43 AMThe best part is being married and having children.
It's amazing how much existential crap goes away when my wife looks at me that way.
The best part is talking to my wife. If and when I have to do without that, writing will do.
Posted by: R J Keefe at September 15, 2005 05:05 PM29 hours in August 2003
Posted by: novala at September 16, 2005 06:52 AMWhat if that didn't work- got anything else?
Posted by: chris at September 16, 2005 02:37 PMWhat if that didn't work- got anything else?
Posted by: chris at September 16, 2005 02:37 PMHeh.
Posted by: mig at September 16, 2005 03:08 PMI think for me it's the beverages.
Posted by: gordon at September 16, 2005 07:14 PMplaying bach.
and ps I find myself jealous of your cello teacher!xx
bach, surely. i have just ordered his 6 suites from a music store.
my music teacher, though, personally i feel sorry for him. it must be sad to watch me flail sometimes. although, i rarely catch him glancing at his watch during our lesson.
i look forward to getting a lesson from you someday, ruth.
Posted by: mig at September 17, 2005 11:33 AMwhat i like the most is knowing that it's not the other life - the one before the death of suck.
also, that i'm not dead anymore.
Posted by: kay at September 17, 2005 02:30 PMi'd like being able to tell people and myself with conviction that death would be worse. rough day at work? death would be worse. hate your partner? death would be worse. some horrific and unimaginable life? trust me, death would be worse.
i don't really need the offer of a second chance of life though. i'm crushed by the mere idea of death if it means not getting to spend time with the boy while he becomes a man. other things i suffer, i try to put them in that perspective. he is the force of gravity itself on the scale of whether this is "all worth it"; any death where i couldn't be lurking and watching him would be pure suckage.
well. you asked.
Posted by: anne at September 18, 2005 07:32 PMpotato chips
sex
being a mother
... in increasing order of importance ...
Posted by: jilbur at September 20, 2005 03:22 PMMy husband is pretty much tops for me, along with being able to read music - including playing the piano and singing. Oh, and food, all kinds. Plus having a great place to live in a great city.
To be honest, the list is pretty big, actually. I could go on and on.
Posted by: francis s. at September 20, 2005 03:57 PMKnowing that death sucked would be pretty cool.
I have a feeling I'd get off my ass and finish this effing revision, even (especially) if it meant renting office space to get the hell away from the Extended Remix Construction Project Outside My Home Office Which Was Supposed To Take 2 Weeks Back an Effing Year Ago and Which Will Move into Phase III oooh not today, sorry, but Thursday, Feck! because if it's clearly meant to be published posthumously. ;)
Also I think I'd go for more walks in the sun. And the rain.
And I'd go ahead and flirt more. This conscious not-flirting is for the birds. No, wait, birds totally flirt. It's for grumpy old people.