Underthecurrent


Happiness Always Scared Me Half to Death
October 22, 2009, 4:18 am
Filed under: unrelated thoughts

Letter from a long lost friend, mid-afternoon, answers a lot of questions.

Long call from my parents, complex. My dad asks what I do after work, I say nothing. He suggests activities. I guess what I mean to say is I cook things, sometimes, get fresh bread from the local store I like, usually engage with three or four people I know well in real life who are currently somewhere else, read books, try to maintain some level of fitness while watching terrible programming, read surf magazines, work on various master plans.

Sometimes I just go to the library and sit in the reading room looking through magazines I would never buy, seeing the kinds of people who wind up in a reading room downtown on weeknights alongside the people who come in for warmth and the security guards/defacto community mental health workers managing the whole thing. At my favorite one I feel a sense of comradery with everyone around me; when someone comes in the room if the guard knows them he’ll ask something about their day or the last conversation they had.

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