"F*ck this noise" or "F*cketh" or Whatever. Day 6

Today there are 41 days left. That's one more than Moses and the Isrealites spent in the desert. In fact, if I were Moses, tonight would be the night that I.....hmm.....got fed up with the locusts and got to missing my first-born son, and started packing my bags. This would be the night I would have been saying "Fuck this noise!" or "Fucketh", or whatever. I'm not really up on the Old Testament.

Forty days is the Biblical standard for "really frigging long", so I consider myself to be six days beyond biblically awesome. Do not ask me why I capitalized the adjective but not the adverb. Don't you dare ask me.

Anyway, I thought I'd devote a minute to trying to explain what it's like to truly be silent like this. I mean, I know I talk at work (today I felt like I was downright chatty. Even when Andrea was there---and I didn't say a thing to her!!! It was Helen Keller chatty) But the entire weekend was spent in silence, and every evening, too. Here's what it's like:

I drive home silent, no radio, and eat in silence too. I read usually after dinner (tonight I went to Caribou), and maybe watch some TV, then shower, then go to bed. Being quiet and alone like that for hours and hours puts you in a trance. You don't have to think of things to talk about or listen to things that are being spoken. That part of your consciousness is freed up, so your mind drifts. You contemplate. A lot. Imagine the things you think about in the shower--I'm assuming here you just zone out in the showerlike I do. If you've got other shower activities...this probably isn't a great analogy for you.

Anyway, in the shower you think about things you have to get done first, little chores and sometimes work stuff, "gotta take out the trash for real today" stuff like that. Then once that's over, your mind waxes philosophical. I find myself reviewing things that have happened to me recently. My reactions. Other's reactions. I come to conclusions about things.

Anyway, so being silent is like taking a shower or washing your car or that thing that you do when you're studying and you catch yourself looking at a wall and thinking about something from when you were 14 and you realize you've just wasted 20 minutes of perfectly good study time.

So, boring post. And, just to cap off the boring, I'll have you know that all this zoning out has been very condusive to writing, and I have some stuff in the till right now. So I'm thinking about polishing some of it up and submitting to a few publications. You should read the poem I got going now: tooting-sauna-goer cum my-mother-never-loved-me. Oh boy Oberto!!


Now Listening:


Miracle Drug, AC Newman