Point Me Toward Normalcy

March 9, 2004

I am hungry. This is good, the feeling of actual distinctive hunger. Mostly in the last week or so I’ve had the kind of hunger that pops up only when someone asks me if I’m hungry, and I can only eat when someone parks me at a table with food. I can’t make decisions about where to go or what to order. I just know that I’m tired of sandwiches, and by the end of this week I’ll probably be tired of fried chicken. But I’m thankful to all the people who’ve brought food by, because without it we wouldn’t be eating at all. Cooking is way too much for us to manage right now. The last time I cooked anything was when I made macaroni and cheese at 3 in the morning after I brought Sam and Jay back from the emergency room.

I didn’t make it to the hospital yesterday because I was busy as fuck, but I just talked to Ginny on the phone and she sounds great, almost like her normal self. When I talk to her on the phone it’s easy to forget for a minute that she’s in a hospital bed with five broken bones. She says they’ve gotten a bed in the rehab place for her and that they’re probably going to move her there tomorrow. She’ll be there for a week or so after that and then she’ll come home. And that’s when the real work begins.

So hey, I took the book quiz linked on Candied Ginger and Annika’s page, and it turns out I’m Ulysses. Which means that none of you wants to admit that you can’t figure me the fuck out.

You’re Ulysses!

by James Joyce

Most people are convinced that you don’t make any sense, but compared

to what else you could say, what you’re saying now makes tons of sense. What people do

understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once

brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in

the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you

additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.

Take the Book Quiz

at the Blue Pyramid.

A couple of weeks ago I signed up with eharmony, not because I want to get married but because I wanted to take the FREE! personality profile. But then one of my matches had a lot in common with me and put his email address in his profile so I don’t have to spend $50 to pretend to want to marry him. I sent him an email and he emailed me back…on Monday. And I’ve been kind of busy. So now I’m not sure what to do – I mean, he seems cool, but how do you say “Sorry I haven’t written, but I’ve been really busy with this horrible tragedy. So here are the answers to your questions!” without completely killing any sort of friendly vibe? I don’t want him to think he offended me or anything, it’s just that shit happened.

So that’s what I’m thinking about right now. There are better times and worse times. Mostly I’m just really tired, which makes everything seem worse, but really things are slowly getting better. I think.

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9 Comments Leave a Comment

  • 1. ~A  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    gotta get back to work but am glad you're making your own strides foward.
    I say just write the guy and don't apologize – he'll be cool with starting out the friendship slowly or will prove too demanding for you anyway. Think about it, most casual friendships start by chancing upon someone again and again over a period of weeks or months – not but immediate follow up of a word of interest.
    Oh, and book quiz – shortest thing I've ever taken.
    <img src=”http://bluepyramid.org/ia/tfotrjrrt.jpg

  • 2. Cookie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    I don't know if you got the message I left for you the other day or not, I completely understand why you haven't called me back. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I am here to hang out anytime you want, if you need to get away. Later!

  • 3. Hugo  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Well, if all of my favorite women bloggers are doing it, I guess I better find out what book I am too…

    I say tell eharmony boy the truth, and let things roll. Just don't tell him about your blog! After a few years of internet dating experience (now retired), honesty is always the way to start.

    Hang in there.

  • 4. mike  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    i'm c.s. lewis. but i don't think they asked nearly enough questions.

  • 5. Hugo  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    <img src=”http://bluepyramid.org/ia/ohyosggm.jpg

  • 6. ~A  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Hugo, if you're with Mike then I'd have to agree, surely you haven't asked enough questions.

    /just helpin' a brutha out.

  • 7. ginger  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Email the guy — if nothing else, it will give you an entertaining distraction.

  • 8. ~A  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    yeah, maybe you could abondon the whole “friendship” idea and send him random but frightening messages. When he finally asks you to stop send him twice as many messages and type all in caps, never saying anything that sounds remotely hurt or angry.

  • 9. Kruxy  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    I'm T.S. Eliot's Prufrock and other Observations… how depressing… I measure my life in Coffee Spoons.

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