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Time is honey
Dec. 30th, 2010 01:54 pmI think my empathy is broken, or maybe it went to hang out near my sense of time, because I am finding other people pretty baffling these days. To pick some tiny and LJ-based examples, multiple friends seem to be especially into cooking right now -- to me, right now, that sounds like being really into toothbrushing. And someone recently felt like they'd been punched in the gut because they couldn't see a parent... sweet, and I guess my family is not wired that way, because I can't imagine that feeling. I want to connect to people's lives, but a lot of the time my inside reaction to any story is "durr... really? Um, okay."
It makes me wonder -- maybe I'm going through a simple and colossal failure of imagination, brought about by so much crap going on that I can't even grok my life, much less imagine other people's lives (or my own life a month from now).
We spent lots of time on the new condo last weekend, following a quiet Christmas at home. Having the bedroom painted (and some dressers on order for it) makes it feel like at least one room over there is familiar. We decided to keep our nicest light fixture, and installed it over there -- a quite nice experience compared to grubbing around in this ceiling, speaking of things I won't miss. I finally called the movers -- packing will happen on Thursday the 13th and moving on Friday the 14th. So that's one date that isn't a mystery anymore. Progress.
Lately I reread a book of advice that I hadn't read in a while. For some reason, the concept to stick in my head this time was the saying "time is honey". Time is so many things, but the time we have to ourselves is sweet. Little bits here and there in every day seem made to be appreciated, and they drip slowly. So I've been thinking "time is honey" lately when I'm waiting for a train, or walking down a street. Sounds sappy, I know, but... hey... sap... that's a lot like honey, isn't it?
I have a cold. And about 69 minutes to get ready for my flight. It's time to stop typing, and start considering whether coffee is a good idea or not.
It makes me wonder -- maybe I'm going through a simple and colossal failure of imagination, brought about by so much crap going on that I can't even grok my life, much less imagine other people's lives (or my own life a month from now).
We spent lots of time on the new condo last weekend, following a quiet Christmas at home. Having the bedroom painted (and some dressers on order for it) makes it feel like at least one room over there is familiar. We decided to keep our nicest light fixture, and installed it over there -- a quite nice experience compared to grubbing around in this ceiling, speaking of things I won't miss. I finally called the movers -- packing will happen on Thursday the 13th and moving on Friday the 14th. So that's one date that isn't a mystery anymore. Progress.
Lately I reread a book of advice that I hadn't read in a while. For some reason, the concept to stick in my head this time was the saying "time is honey". Time is so many things, but the time we have to ourselves is sweet. Little bits here and there in every day seem made to be appreciated, and they drip slowly. So I've been thinking "time is honey" lately when I'm waiting for a train, or walking down a street. Sounds sappy, I know, but... hey... sap... that's a lot like honey, isn't it?
I have a cold. And about 69 minutes to get ready for my flight. It's time to stop typing, and start considering whether coffee is a good idea or not.
