Not fly-by-nights.
Not stereotypes.
Not differences, one year to the next, or one season to the next, or one – I keep on forgetting the words, but ‘era’ might do here – one era to the next.
I’m old enough to remember the truths of – years ago now.
How they change. The magazines exhort the latest things – what to reach for; what is currently desirable; let’s change our minds about a few things and call it progress.
A dead-end here; a dead loss.
A misunderstanding so acute as to cut.
In their blog, for instance, or in a room where I am with that person.
This can get me into hot water.
I respond – I am hardly responding, unbeknownst to myself at the time, to what was said, but rather to what I thought was said.
I’ve just done it – with someone’s blog.
I didn’t notice that what I was responding to was a guest post – and not the person I thought I was responding to . . .
Ah! Things become clear – but not to the poor person who, in all good faith (as it were) responds back to what I’ve said – me thinking it was someone else – and so the chain of misunderstanding . . .
And instead of saying to that person – sorry, I thought you were someone else (or, sorry, I only heard part of what you said) . . .
I go along with the latest situation I find myself in!
That I have created!
It is a mistake, dear people.
Come clean!
Admit your imperfection!
Don’t try to cover up!
Sorry, I wasn’t listening . . . I wasn’t seeing . . . my mind was elsewhere . . . sorry . . .
You are on the end of this chain (ah! ball and . . .*) that is dragging – me – down – let go of me or you’ll drown with me – I’ll go on and go on pretending I haven’t made the mistake!
Does anyone else ever feel this way?
*Ah! Janis Joplin! Performance at Monterey.
