Loosing my beloved ones - a pain in the neck!
Stand-Alone Dreamer | 20 July 2004, 3:38pmI do realize, there will come a day when souls I know, those I care, start dying at pretty regular intervals. But as of right now, I'm mostly familiar with the death of inanimate objects. An oxymoron? No, not at all. Silly, Yes, may be..
Think of John Galt here saying.. "The existence of inanimate matter is un conditional, the existence of life is not; it depends on a specific course of action.." [pardon me here, for anyone who just finished Atlas Shrugged would definitely be able to show some empathy]
First one to go was a tee shirt that I've had since 1999. Guess I bought that because of some kind of emergency, as it was a costly tee shirt from the underwear department of a major department store. It used to be black, but through some accident it was put in the wash with a load of white towels and bleached to the weirdest, most non-uniform shade of brown. I've tried to find out other brown shirts like it, but the kind of hue that result from an accidental magic..well, you know its impossible to replace that. Over the years, the already luxurious cotton fibers became softer, little holes showed up in the neck binding, and as it thinned out, it's drape became sexier and sexier. Oh! how I loved this shirt. When giant holes began appearing in the underarms, my mediocre sewing skills came to the rescue every time, but after a while the fabric had so thinned out that it could no longer be saved. It took me a while to accept that it was really gone. "You need to accept it," my friend said. "Tee shirts die.." And he was right. I'm currently debating on a burial or a cremation.
Now, on the brink of death, are my "hipster shoes" (what I called them at a party a few weeks ago!), my lovely burgandy floreshiems that I have worn pretty much every day for almost..god knows from when!. I guess that's one reason why they are so ragged. The toes are completely scuffed. The soles are worn down on the sides. The eyelets are starting to rip away from the leather. The leather itself is so dry, that it has started giving me solid nightmares. I decided today that they're going to have to be replaced soon. My friend once said to me "Don't you own any other shoes?" and to that I thought, "What? Am I supposed to have a shoe fetish?" I guess I used to, but oh, how much time you waste in the morning wondering which pair of shoes you're going to wear today!
Death is so deep a subject that it's actually like one of those ponds people dive into, thinking they are really deep, and end up breaking their necks.
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1. By Stupendous Man | 20 Jul 2004, 4:38pm
hehe..i've felt this. but the more you let go of these inanimate objects, the quicker you learn to use it in other facets of your life.
you do post rather scarcely. how come? i enjoy reading your posts.
2. By Stupendous Man | 24 Jul 2004, 10:11am
Dude. Why are you so difficult to put a finger on and read? You are a redeeming factor. So use it!