Thursday, March 02, 2006 The rich inner life of the mind
The other day I was in the guitar store for some reason, and I felt like getting ignored, so I bought some headphones. It was awesome. I had to go up to two different counters and two different dudes carrying the item I wanted to get before they deigned to take my money. You deliver every damn time, guitar store jerks.
I destroyed the last little earbuds I had within a week, so I got big, nerdy studio headphones instead. One of the first times I ever hung out with my dad's sister, Aunt P. (outside of babyhood), she told me that when they were kids, my dad used to hole up in his room with a stereo he built. She said he wore giant headphones and looked like he was from outer space.
I've never built a stereo. Never once! Certainly not out of vacuum tubes and rough stone knives like my dad undoubtedly did. Every time I see him, he asks if I'm still writing. It's easiest to say that I'm not, because "Do blogs and shit count?" leads down some dark alleys that I'd prefer not to walk with my parents. He looks disappointed instead, and tries to encourage me. "You were always a good little writer." My dad doesn't understand that I'm from outer space.
My new headphones came at just the right time, because I'm willing it to be Spring, and since it's Spring, it means it's time to start skating outside. I skated from home to the subway station and from the closest station to work the other day, and even though I live and die for attention sometimes, I worry that skates on the public sidewalk would be a conversation piece. I hate that kind of conversation.
I am from outer space. I have wheels on my feet, and I can't hear a damn thing anybody's saying. It would work better if I could glide smoothly past the world, but the secret truth is, I don't know how to skate outdoors on uneven pavement yet. I was too cool to wear padding the other day when I tried this for the first time, and now my palms and knees are scraped and pitted, and one more pair of pants is torn.
I'm a little bit afraid that if I get into the habit of listening to music instead of the world around me, I'm going to miss cues like car horns and get myself into trouble that way. I think I'm going to chance that until I get a new personality, though. posted by Frenz | 3/02/2006 11:43:00 PM
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