Warm Recollections #45
More from the Bitz Files
As introduced here, these Warm Recollections are random cullings from thirty years of notes files…
❗ These just happened to be the ones that fell today: they’re not designed to be festive. MERRY CHRISTMAS — I hope you’re all having a lovely time.
I don’t feel the need to agree with everything any given person says, be they politician, philosopher or friend. I don’t agree with everything that anybody says, including myself. I talk some terrible bollocks sometimes. That’s okay. We can still get along.
Nobody makes the final reel in life. We’re all just fighting our way through the tangled and inconclusive middle act, and that’ll have to be enough. It’s what we’ve got. Have fun with it, and try not to hit anybody when the car chase starts.
A novel is an accurate and insightful reconstruction of things that didn’t happen.
Psychological discomfort can be like arthritis: where you feel the pain is not necessarily where it’s sourced.
Perhaps our habitual ways of being are like a “life autocorrect” — an external judgement making us always do what appears to make sense to others, rather than letting us act on what we actually mean, and want, and need for ourselves. Maybe we should let ourselves misspell our own lives sometimes if that’s what makes sense for us.
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Merry Christmas to you and yours! (and Season's Greetings to all of your Substack readers too 😁). Thanks for all of the Warm Recollections of 2024. Looking forward to more next year. Cheers! x
I enjoy reading these so much. To offer up a completely frivolous response to your carefully crafted thoughts, your note on psychological discomfort rang very true. And the quote that always comes to mind when I think of psychological discomfort is from one of my all-time favourites, Clueless: “I had an overwhelming sense of ickiness.”
These icky moments are the times when I'm forced to acknowledge I don't *know* myself. Becoming older, you learn to know your body very thoroughly. But your mind and its workings? Not so very much I would say. In fact I'm increasingly happy lately NOT to know. Let it stay Darkest Peru in there please, icky as it undoubtedly is.