{"id":34147,"date":"2023-03-10T08:27:32","date_gmt":"2023-03-10T13:27:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2023\/03\/10\/the-long-tired.html"},"modified":"2023-03-10T08:27:32","modified_gmt":"2023-03-10T13:27:32","slug":"the-long-tired","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2023\/03\/10\/the-long-tired.html","title":{"rendered":"The Long Tired"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Suddenly everyone here knows me. Knows my name. I didn&#8217;t have that in mind when I took this gig. Wanted to sneak in, sneak out, none the wiser. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I took a strange survey last night. Questions could have been skipped but I took them anyway. <em>Have you experienced an existential crisis? How did that work out? <\/em>I indirectly, while answering another question, remembered how my very existence is a bit of an existential quagmire. My mother considered aborting me, and my father was gay. Why am I even here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yesterday was hard work. I didn&#8217;t know what to expect. I was shooting photos for about half the day. They look good. I was uncertain since I&#8217;d never used a Nikon DSLR but all told the buttons are where they&#8217;re supposed to be and auto-everything did what it does.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;ve been organizing 30+ years of email, remembering romances and dalliances that had been summarily wiped clean from this memory hole. I don&#8217;t know who said it but someone once told me that you never forget a woman you&#8217;d been intimate with. I defy that assessment. I found a correspondence with&#8230; I&#8217;ll call her M&#8230; a Staten Islander from 1996. Much of the email chain is gone but apparently we met through a phone chat service. That would suit my profile. My latest dalliance was from a phone chat line. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">All I remember now about M. was how she was way more into me than the opposite. She seemed a little desperate, even, and I never knew why. I think I&#8217;ll return to bleeping her out of my memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The strange survey came to me from a poster on a post on the street. In fact it&#8217;s not all that strange. Likely a college project. Other questions were &#8220;What do you think of feminism?&#8221; and something about how many friends you have. I&#8217;m not certain I finished the questionnaire. There was a submit button but I may have left it wanting.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">There is little for me to say. I feel calm and clean. Eating strawberries and drinking water. The clerk at the shop where I bought the strawberries was sound asleep behind the counter. I paid the $2, imagining his reaction after waking up. Would he be confused at what inventory was missing? How would he tally up the purchase? He wouldn&#8217;t necessarily know it was strawberries, unless that happens to be the only $2 item the store hawked at the time. Would he wake up, see the $2 on the counter, and sing praises for the honesty of people? I could have just walked out, although cameras probably would have captured that little bit of criminality, resulting in hard time at a Russian penal colony. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I don&#8217;t like strawberries. I prefer blackberries. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Suddenly everyone here knows me. Knows my name. I didn&#8217;t have that in mind when I took this gig. Wanted to sneak in, sneak out, none the wiser. I took a strange survey last night. Questions could have been skipped but I took them anyway. Have you experienced an existential crisis? 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