October 12, 2004
one toke over the line, sweet jesus
Every now and then I cross a line that has been, according to conventional wisdom, drawn for a reason. I often figure, “I’m really close to the line anyway, and, hey, it looks pretty tempting over there, so why not?”
Apparently I am not alone.
BrilliantEditor took these pictures today on a nearby wooded lane that is less travelled by.
Does this cross a line? Does Bush eat yellow snow? Are there consequences here?
I’ve been thinking lately about where boundaries are. I’m taking OuchyKim to Florida and I got her free tickets and I’ll be away from home for nine big days. Nine! I even rearranged my work schedule. Am I a saint yet? Of course I am. But I have the option of doing a few more favors for her and I think, “Hey. I love you, OuchyKim, but honey, I’ve got things to take care of.” I suppose that’s a line that could be crossed. I might even go across said line. Tempting to feel good about myself for being a saint.
But the consequences!
They aren’t that big.
Or how about this?
Sprocket has the very annoying tendency to lick my leg. Not just a couple of licks. Nope. She wants to lick my leg until she whittles it down to a bone. I guess she can chew on it then. Yes, it’s annoying. She’s so happy, though. Then there’s the line where the annoyance is greater than my will to keep her happy. Should I just move her or should I let her continue on since she looks so happy with those big, bulging eyes?
But the consequences!
They aren’t that big.
But of course there are things like just shoving someone in the dairy aisle at the grocery store. On this side of the line, peace, a ride home in my own car, the ability to choose my own food and buy it. On the other side of the line find my extraordinary glee (which would be tempered by horror, but for now, just stick with the program) when I see the person crash into the wall of bread and then get smothered with WonderBread. Of course, once they lift their head up out of the amber waves of grain, one of those loaves of heavy, dense German bread will fall and hit them on the head!
As Dr.Dad would say, “El Ka-Bong!”
Yeah. There’s a line that’s tempting to cross. Except there’s also the police car and riding in the back of it. Baaaaad.
I always had urges to stand up and scream in church. On this side of the line, boring, stable, bagels afterward. On that side, amusement, shock, amazement, excitement! Also the high probability of involuntary psychiatric treatment. Further, the certainty of social disaster.
So much to think about in this big, weird world.
So much that I’m going to cross a line and say, “Nope. Not thinking about lines anymore.”
Posted by dotty at October 12, 2004 08:47 PM