“Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.” ~ Haruki Murakami, from Blind Willow Sleeping Woman

From Word Stuck:

Thursday evening. Warmish, 59 degrees.

I had a very strange day today. Everywhere I went, I was nice to people. I was patient . . . I gave up my place in line so that the pharmacy tech could take care of two nasty customers who were complaining loudly behind me . . . I told the Wal-Mart greeter to have a nice day . . . I smiled at strangers . . .

You don’t understand: This is not me. I am a curmudgeon, through and through. I don’t do casual nice. It’s awkward for me. But all of the above happened spontaneously. The only thing I can think of is that my meds weren’t working, allowing the manic to peek through.

Hmm . . . . . . . . things that make you go hmm……………………………

Music by Lucinda Williams, “Are You Alright?”