Life is such a routine. I just peed, well, what I remember
is washing my hands and looking over and noticing the toilet was just flushed. I
couldn’t tell if I peed or not. Then I wondered if I had to pee.
The fact that I didn’t have to pee should have been an
indication that I did pee, but I could have just flushed the toilet for no
reason, but that would have been weird.
I forget things all the time. I tell myself it’s because I’m
getting older and it’s normal and it’s only mundane stuff, but my vision is
getting worse too.
So something is going on.
I don’t mind being forgetful, it really doesn’t bother me.
Most of my life is worth forgetting anyway.
I’m not saying there aren’t things worth remembering, it’s
just that the rest of it is worth forgetting.
Also, it’s been easier to not get angry.
I mean, I am always angry. It’s just there. But, I have
gotten better at ignoring it.
Then, once in a while I walk around all day in an
uncontrolled anger simulation.
That is, it doesn’t feel real.
Basically I’ve substituted being mad about every little
thing all the time for feeling partially numb/happy and an occasional complete
break with reality.
The point is that I remember all of the bad things that have
happened to me but a small amount of the good things.
I remember when I learned smith grinds on a ledge, and the day I met April. (she doesn't remember that day though, so yeah, I'm the bitch).
What I do remember is riding my bike into a pickup truck when I was really little. And hitting my face skateboarding when I was 12.
In fact, I can remember every time I
hurt myself skateboarding.
I also have the good fortune of remembering arguing with my dad all the
fucking time.
So what I’m thinking is, maybe S and M people just want to
remember when they have sex.
Maybe that’s the answer. Maybe if every time I go to the
beach with friends, or have a nice day with my wife, or see a good movie, or
eat something that tastes really good and doesn’t leave me unsatisfied (like Chinese
food or cheeseburgers often do), or laugh really hard at something someone
says, or say something dumb that makes someone laugh, or skate and not feel achy from years of falling down, or am enjoying a nice
view, or if Bernie Sanders gets elected, maybe I can carry around a little
whip with studs on it and have whoever is next to me whip me really hard a few
times and tell me that I'm a bad boy, just so I won’t forget the moment that would otherwise get lost in the
really far part of space that is so far away that you can only see it if you
turn around but once you’ve turned around you need to turn around again to see
it.
I guess what I’m really wondering is, if I’m going to inflict
bodily harm on myself every time I have a happy moment, do I have to wear
leather chaps all the time?