Guten Morgen, bonjour, buenos días, ohaiyou gozaimasu, and good morning. It’s Wednesday, at 10 to five, and I’m already on the train, because despite being sick, I still couldn’t sleep, and if anything, I awakened sooner than usual.
Yes, I am still sick—it’s rare that anyone really, actually, gets over a respiratory infection in 24 hours, after all—but I also still have to go to work. That’s particularly true on Wednesdays, when I have to do the office payroll in addition to my other, regular duties. It’s not a dirty job, but nevertheless, someone has to do it.
I feel even less that I have a topic to write about today than I did yesterday, but as regular readers will know, that never stops me from writing. It’s a bit analogous, I suppose, to the jocular saying that one should never let facts get in the way of a good story. So: never let lack of a subject stop you from writing a blog post. Goodness knows most pundits and politicians and even most journalists nowadays don’t let lack of subject matter stop them from writing or speaking at length.
Still, my energy feels unusually low today, even for me. Maybe I should write about how unreasonable it is in our culture that we demand of ourselves that we go to work even when we’re ill, thus increasing the chance that other people will become ill, and probably reducing overall productivity of the workforce and decreasing the overall quality of life for everyone. As if we needed to push that down lower than it already is.
But I suppose that subject has been addressed innumerable times in many ways by many other people. If you need it discussed beyond a few words to trigger the thought, I’m not sure what world you’re occupying. Perhaps your life is so satisfying that you don’t even comprehend how anyone could be less than happy. More likely, you’re so worn down and resigned—dare I say, fatalistic—that you don’t even recognize, let alone consider, the possibility that things could improve.
I feel you.
So, what should I write about? Or should I try to write about anything at all? Should I just start spewing random sentences in question form, as though initiating a Socratic dialogue? Would there be any benefit to that? If so, what would it be?
I’m not good at small talk in general, and I’ve gotten worse at it over time, as my socialization has diminished.
I did very briefly pick my guitar up yesterday, because I had watched a video of someone reacting to the Radiohead song Knives Out, for which I had learned the lead guitar part some time ago, and I wanted to see if I could still do it. I couldn’t do it from memory—I needed to get out the tabs—but it wasn’t too bad. And while I had that out, I quickly fiddled (so to speak) through part of the lead from Big Log, by Robert Plant, and a bit of Wish You Were Here, and then the chords from One Headlight and A Space Oddity. I made a video of me playing and singing the latter a while back, which I guess I’ll embed below as a space filler.
Then someone noticed that I was playing—I usually only play when no one else is around—and so I put the guitar away. Anyway, I wanted to watch a reaction to the Radiohead song Lift that I noticed on the YouTube list, and the chords for that involve a B add…ninth, I think*, that gives me a terrible hand cramp to try to reach, so I wasn’t going to try to play along. And listening to that song, and the reaction, made me want to cry, so I had to stop all that.
So that’s it. I actually did get out the black Strat at the office, or picked it up and turned on the amp, since it’s always sort of “out”. But who knows if I’ll ever play it again? I wouldn’t be surprised if I don’t. It’s like picking up your kids—there will be a moment when you pick up your child in your arms for the final time, and you will never pick them up again after that, and odds are, you won’t even realize that it is the final time when it happens. You’ll just never happen to pick them up again. Likewise, there will be a last time that you hug or even see each of the people you love, and then one of you will be lost to the other, or both will be, for the rest of time. So don’t take those things for granted, okay?
That’s about all I’ve got for the time being. Hope you have a good day.
*Yes, that’s what it was.