Saturday, August 27, 2011
Someone got the worst call in the world tonight, and it was so very unnecessary. A layoff? A lover's rejection? A failed test? Overwhelming debt? These are reasons to phone a friend, not forfeit the most precious gift we'll ever receive (written like a true formerly suicidal person). What is missing from this equation? And why the fuck do I care so much?
Anyway, tonight I did what I thought I was supposed to do--what this person for some reason couldn't. I spent time with people who love me and I loved them back. I made life worth living.
It was so weirdly moving to watch the chaos of life going on on my way home this Friday night--all the disrupted commutes; all the mundane workdays suddenly turned in to circuses; all the people who would eventually fall into loving arms, hungry legs, or a suitable facsimile tonight; temporarily derailed.
I looked into every pool of people at every Milwaukee bus stop and I wondered where the person who triggered the frenzy would have fit in. I was sure they belonged there. I was sure this was a mistake.