“‘I hope my breath doesn’t smell.”
“I’m not a bitch just because I’m not super-friendly right off the bat. It takes me a while to warm up to new people.”
“Easiest way to scale back your sex life? Get married.
Easiest way to reduce it to twice a year? Have kids.”
Put most simply: when the why is strong enough, you’ll be willing to do any how.
If someone like me, someone who gets bored easily, ends up in a serious relationship with you–one that lasts more than six months–it means I really like you.
That silent gap of “nothing” you feel between your thoughts and the outside world is the first step in setting your brain free to be creative.
Believe it or not, people actually get together and pay money just for the right to be to be bored as a group. Of course, they don’t call the class “Group Boredom” – nobody would sign up for that; instead, they call it “Meditation”, and people go bananas over it.
We can only be bored after we’ve been everything else. We can only be bored after we’ve wanted to fuck one another and kill one another, after we’ve been monumentally silent and pitifully loud.
“It’s just like sex before marriage, except each of you weighs 50 pounds more.”
It doesn’t feel like October at all, and if I didn’t see the salmon and russet trees in Prospect Park, I’d think this was the first hint of summer rather than its last breath.