This is the moment that we always envisioned our soul age would finally match our age-age. Seeing as we always considered ourselves, you know, super mature. Wise, even.
Maybe there is wisdom in red wine (and sugar and cheese) hangovers. Last-minute deadlines. The dread of new business pitches. Not being certain one has the right clothing for a 50-degree day in the Pacific Northwest. Literally, a day. “Now your exit row seat has a limited recline. Are you ok with that?”
Do I have a choice?
Happy Birthday to the insecure person with questionable hygiene habits and an increasingly discomfiting skepticism toward techno-utopianism. Happy Birthday to the person who cashed her birthday check from grandma before calling her to say thank you. To the person who gave her dog a Greenie even though he didn’t finish his breakfast. To the person who tried, and somewhat failed, to have a nice time on vacation with her parents. To the person who should try harder? Or who tries too hard? Lacks discipline? Needs it?
“Things just aren’t the way they used to be. No one speaks French anymore. The kids don’t even play with kites. There are no wooden spoons in the little paper cups of ice cream like there used to be. There aren’t even lightning bugs anymore, too many lights in the country. There are no more drive-in movies, or old time ice cream crank machines. Corporal punishment at school. Country dances. Brooms. People don’t sweep anymore.”—La Prairie des Femmes: Le monde fait pu ça.
“The Young-Girl is the model citizen of contemporary society not because we worship her, but because by expending her energy on the cultivation of her body, her potential as a revolutionary subject is neutralized.”—Textual Relations: The Young-Girl and the Selfie
“Do u think there’s a politics in your maximalist aesthetic? It feels like a response to late-capitalist glut, like when you walk into a store and there are hundreds of each thing to choose from and millions of new T-shirts made in China every day.”—Girl Swarm and The Soda Stream | The Cluster Mag
I gave up drinking 3 weeks ago. Or was it 4? I gave up caffeine 2 weeks ago.
The person currently inhabiting this body no longer has a racing mind at 2am, because the person is asleep.
However, the person gets very tired at the office around 3pm and wanders around looking for candy.
It’s a now choice, not a forever choice, but who knows.
Imagine all of the foodstuffs I’ve given up hanging out in a room together. A break room. Coffee is smoking. Bread is filing her fingernails. Cheese is just sitting looking shiny. And wine is sloshing herself into a puddle. Just waiting. They’re all there waiting for me.