{"id":32309,"date":"2022-08-04T12:57:21","date_gmt":"2022-08-04T12:57:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=32309"},"modified":"2022-08-04T09:03:57","modified_gmt":"2022-08-04T13:03:57","slug":"happiness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2022\/08\/04\/happiness.html","title":{"rendered":"Happiness"},"content":{"rendered":"
I deactivated FB after posting something and, surprisingly, made a visible connection to someone I want no one knowing I have anything with which to do.\u00a0<\/p>\n

It’s nothing scandalous. We consummated, and she liked it way more than I expected given her world-weary experience in getting boned by every dude under our sun.\u00a0<\/p>\n

But she turned out to be a very bad presence in my life. I should not care, and maybe I do not.<\/p>\n

The chances that any human on this pinpoint location in this galaxy’s trillions of souls would ignite a particle of recognition is virtually non-existant.<\/p>\n

But I don’t care. FB has become a sewer anyway and I don’t have time for it. A problem with quitting out is that some people I know use no other means to communicate with others. I’ll take the chance of missing a contact.<\/p>\n

She was not the first in this realm but she would certainly not be the last of my dalliances that I vow not to advertise or identify in any way. I was in a years-long thing where I felt we overadvertised our time together. I never liked that but felt trapped and unable to say anything for fear of repercussions and anger.\u00a0<\/p>\n

A problem with this lack of documentation, this lack of evidence\u00a0is that i lose track of things. It’s amazing how much I forget. Without forcing myself to go back in time I find I forget entire people, and complete encounters. It’s not just the appearance that they were never there. It’s almost as if I\u00a0was never there, either.<\/p>\n

I was reminded of the doctor, the woman half my age who chased after me like she’d die without it. She was such trouble and I knew i. I’m not lacking in troubles myself but I think we both got out unscathed.<\/p>\n

I was reminded of her when a middle-of-the-night text message from her practice arrived. It was obviously a glitch, the message informing me that I had consented to receive text messages from this doctor’s office even though I had not visited there in probably two years.<\/p>\n

She would have had nothing to do with that text but how could it not remind me of her, however much I tried to forget.<\/p>\n

\u00a0I’ll let it go.<\/p>\n

…At work early, thinking the A\/C might even be a little overkill on what will be a 100+\u00b0F day. It’s freezing in here. Boo-hoo.<\/p>\n

I’m sitting at one of the Platt Street seats today. Through one of the windows in a building across William Street I regularly see a little kid twirling in place, jumping up and down and just playing in what appears to be an office. I never see an adult in this room but I have to assume they are present.<\/p>\n

I love this part of town. The belly of the beast, as I call it. It’s very concentrated, with ultrawealthy rubbing elbows and stepping into the vmoit of the ultrapoor. You could say as much about many parts of New York.<\/p>\n

So many lives. Every single one a fascination, with itself or to someone else. A communication network silently connects us, like tree roots talking below the ground.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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