As humans, we love opening and closing lines. Don’t ask me why, we just need them.
”Hi” or “hello” tends to be the first point of contact, followed by “how are you?” which, as we discussed last week, is a question that allows little room for honesty and accuracy.
My aunt usually answers “Good. Or do you have time?”. It’s more like a protocolary dance than a real conversation. The protocol shoots out of my body like a mechanism that has little to do with my consciousness. That’s why, whenever I meet more than one person at a dinner, party, or work meeting, I never retain names. I’m so focused on doing the protocolary dance right that I don’t have any available neurons left to record the names. I know this is a very common issue and I’m not alone. But again, I am alone. Am I not? If the shit really hits the fan, I’ll be alone. Not even Le Husband or Le Dawg will be there next to me. As we’ve heard many times, we’re born alone and we’ll die alone. But don't read that as a bad thing. Read it as a positive thing! There is nothing worse than an unwanted company. Imagine being about to die and you have a group of teenagers smoking and chatting about the stupidest, teenagerist stuff. Or a toxic guy blasting J. Balvin next to you on the beach. No, thank you.
It’s true Life could bring you better company in your death bed, like for instance, a Buddhist monk holding your hand or the love of your life, your family, cute animals surrounding you, and keeping you warm. But since the coin could fall on either side*, I won’t risk it. Give me a solitary death, please.
(*) They’re informing me (who are they?! they’re the angels!!!) you can actually choose who is next to you when you die. If you’re lucky.
I’m writing you from a Resort complex in the Florida Keys. Le Husband and I felt like taking a few days off. Off for real. Not the “stay home and do nothing” way. We wanted to be really out of our element. We have a car that can take us from point A to point B and when we’re done exploring point B, it can take us back to point A. That’s just what a car does.