Warm Recollections #26
More from the Bitz Files
As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…
When you worry about how to achieve what you want, and how to get people to help you, bear in mind that cats — who can’t talk or oppose their thumbs — seem to do okay.
The most important way in which language fails is by making us think we have apprehended things, when in fact we have only referred to them.
Your best friend — and this is a way of checking who it actually is — is the person to whom you fantasize about showing some (fantasized) new life, and having them enjoy and approve of it and think the better of you: the person whose blessing and admiration you would wish for, to help carry you over this transition.
Feeling like a member of a theatre audience, waiting for the next act. The curtain is down, but you continue living (shifting in your seat, sipping your drink, whispering to your companion): meanwhile hearing activity somewhere out of sight. You know the scenery is changing, and something different is coming. But not what.
One of those stiff corporate one-on-one dinners where you can tell from a distance that the subordinate female half is dying to get back to her hotel room so she can get her tight shoes off and and lie on the bed eating the chocolate she bought earlier.
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Oh hell yes the cat thing. I frequently tell myself I need to be more cat.
And the theatre image is so evocative…… of all our faculties, I think the human ability to envision or imagine is one of our superpowers. I like to think cats (and other animals) have it too….
Almost perfect best friend definition. For me, an additional vital check is that they’re the person who will message me endlessly but will never pick up the phone to call me on spec because they know that I won’t ever accept the call.