I never did mention that I’m going back to school. Well I am, and it is not the afterthought that it appears to be here. I really am trying to upgrade my life, and I have made a few sacrifices in the meantime — not all of them insignificant. When I’m in class, taking notes, everything I do makes me feel like I’m doing what I should be doing. It’s a feeling I haven’t had in years, and I relish it like a drug. Though I still feel a little out of place at times. Walking up the steps the other day I rounded a corner, nearly bumping into a girl. “Excuse me, sir,” she said. I can’t be more than two years older than her — if that — and she addressed me like I was one of the faculty. Since then I’ve taken a few more steps to look like I belong, if only to blend in a little more. That led to this exchange, more in the right direction:
“You look like… what’s the word for out of time and place?“I instantly replied.
“Yeah, that’s it. Anachronism.”
Of anything that I’ve been called, that is what I like the best. It’s neutral, neither complimentary nor derogatory, and paints me as neither above nor below my surroundings, but both ahead and behind.
Then a little while later, it led to this:
on the cold steps
speculative in nature
to a finely finite
bottled up like old wine
maybe vinegar by now.
I used to feel that my interests are far to broad to be put to good use in a blog. But I’m reconsidering.