McFlurry moment Ps & Qs. This week started off strong with one of those unexpectedly very good Sundays where I happened to prepare myself the whole morning for the evening’s conversations. I am thinking about vows. For instance in November 2022, watching Fanny and Alexander on a big comfy couch in the middle of Maryland hiding from everyone else I said to myself and on Twitter I would never again do a family Thanksgiving or a large family Thanksgiving the same way, in order to make that one more palatable, and the following year, pouf my grandfather is dead and we hold a funeral and a funereal catered meal at my cousins’ grandparents house. Presided over by a woman, their grandmother, who passed suddenly two weeks ago now and that’s that.
I like to go to Germany on these occasions, it feels like the correct gesture of tonal shift. A says to meet the malaise by beading a friend a wooden bracelet and I think about the metaphor and I think over which friend. I make a new vow, not to be treated in certain ways any longer, not to be passive to things like ingroup behavior performed for my alienation and not to apologize for what is mine in all kindness, that is not a violation of someone else’s order, and is not equal to petty or attached. No mercy November being X’s expression, an insistence: not be taken for granted and so on. Primary teachings as another social life cracks open. Giving thanks to you, my neighbor says, splitting the spliff. We could end there but more remains to be said and who am I to deny excess. It’s Christmas time and Whitney Houston time and Mad Men time again.
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