PHOTO CAPTION OPTION #1: When it rains my windshield becomes an impressionist painter.
PHOTO CAPTION OPTION #2: This must be what they mean when they talk about "driving rain."
Did you ever wish your sadness were more cool, like the people who have poetic or sexy sadness? Some people can turn sadness into a style. Did you ever feel as though your sadness were just homemade or generic? It's a knack, inscrutable and transcendent. You either have it or you don't. Don't try to make your sadness something it is not. That's just... well... sad.
I was mentioning to my mom once how odd I think it is that some people talk about going "down" to Oklahoma, even though Oklahoma is north of here. She said she thought it was odd when people talked about going "out east."
"You don't go out east," she insisted. "You go back east. You go out west."
"But," I countered, "you're from California. You could go back west."
"No," she said, "that just sounds wrong."
I find it odd that she relates more to the westward expansion of America than to her own past. What does that mean?
"I've just realized that I can't be comfortable around people who are too stylish or too successful," I told him at lunch. "They just aren't my people. I don't feel accepted by them and no amount of acceptance on their part can change that feeling."
"That's a little fucked up," he said.
"Yeah, I know."
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
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