Welcome to WYFP for March 2, 2013.
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
Increasingly I find myself pondering life outside of my experience. I want to think about stars and cosmic dust but the phone rings. Moment by moment, life glides past with what to show after but some shabby items, a friend or two who might remember five years from now, and a generation of relatives already fading into the next. We all have them, those faces in the old albums forgotten or worse, dimly recalled. A crushed flower, serious eyes and an outstretched grubby toddler’s palm. The scent of chocolate I know well but you are lost to me, I’m sorry. What really, is the point of a life that has no reflection.
Look around, who doesn’t need help--a hollow encouraging word or 50 bucks. Most frightening are the ones who speak with the urgency of enlarged amygdalae; I imagine such standing on the deck of the Titanic, calling for calm until realizing this time it’s personal then clawing their way to the lifeboats. Foolish. It’s why I don’t care for ice.
Someone died and it makes me look at the ones left behind much harder. What did you do today. Most disgusting is that face in the mirror. What did I do today? Well, I cleaned the toilet. I don’t care for ice, that’s my problem. What is yours?