The mayor of Las Vegas has suggested a novel idea for discouraging graffiti on his city's highway walls. Oscar Goodman envisions televised spectacles in which the vandals' thumbs are cut off. His proposed punishment goes too far for my tastes, but I'm wondering if you might approve of it. Lately you've been having bouts of overreaction, entertaining extreme fantasies in response to circumstances that don't necessarily warrant them. I'm not saying your intense emotions are completely unjustified, Cancerian, nor do I recommend that you repress them. I'm simply asking you to let some time pass before you take action on your feelings.
I was in such a shitty, depressed mood yesterday that I tried not to go to work but couldn't find anyone to cover my shift. I decided that when I got home, I would watch Les Invasions Barbares, a movie that almost always makes me cry, sometimes by the end of the opening credits. Of course, it didn't work last night. But it gave me the nudge I needed, I think. On the whole, it's a film about finding peace. I've not yet found that, but I think I'm out of the rut that I've been in for the past week. We'll see how it goes.
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