I feel as though no human has ever suffered a case of returning-to-work depression as I have today. I don't know if it's true or not. It caught me totally by surprise; I thought I was really looking forward to coming back. But I feel as though I've tasted a life more wonderful than I ever could have imagined, and was torn away from it abruptly and thrown straight into the pit of a sanitized, meaningless void.
I know I will feel fine after a couple weeks or so, but that doesn't even reassure me right now; once this feeling goes away, it will have been because I forgot the feeling of pure joy, that I have again become numb to the idea of a life with meaning, that the part of me that was awakened just two short weeks ago will have again died inside of me.
I want to hold onto this sadness as long as I can.
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Model/Bodyguard
cnn.com reports that a Russian Model/Bodyguard was killed in a failed carjacking today. To those familiar with this individual, this is surely a horrible tragedy. To someone who is unfamiliar with this person, there's something bigger here. Specifically, Moscow has Model/Bodyguards. Say that aloud: "model, slash bodyguard." Swish it around a bit. Taste wonderful, doesn't it? I can't emphasize this enough– in Russia, they have bodyguards, who are also models. Well, that's all I need to know. I'm booking a ticket and flying to Moscow. Today.
There are those of you who think I am kidding. To you I say, I'll send you a postcard. My flight leaves in four hours.
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