Some time ago, my mother got a brief reprieve from some of her social obligations and decided to stay at my house for the weekend.
I was so elated from this unexpected ocassion that I bought these ready to cook gourmet meals from this local fifi grocery store for dinner; salmon with crabmeat on top (and some vegetables). They were actually really good. I wish I took pictures.
Other than that I just enjoyed chatting with her and catching up. It was a comfortable and peaceful weekend. There was something idyllic about it all – being around people that I cherish, talking over coffee, taking the time to watch a movie, etc…..almost parochial. Hence, the unease – because as I was enjoying myself, an issue that’s been struggling to coalesce in my mind came to the forefront of my consciousness.
I feel this primal strength in my identity slipping away.
Maybe it was the gourmet meal.
Or maybe it was the fact that I didn’t even go out to get them, I had them delivered to the house…like I do with my groceries. I rarely go to the store anymore, I have my groceries delivered all the time.
All the time.
It’s the same with just….stuff. If I need something, I log onto the olllllll’ Amazon website and because I have Prime, it’s delivered to me in 48 hours – at most. In fact, I almost scoff at items that take more than 4 days to be delivered.
There is a reason for this. I just need time.
I’m an addict for time.
Time is like the most important-est thing to me. It is everything.
Accumulating time is my thannng!
Why? So that I can revel in the peace and quiet as much as possible, so I can cherish life outside of the stresses of my work (because yes, my work/life balance is sh*t – I admit this).
Maybe all this peace and quiet is too much? Maybe this is the tsunami in my internal monologue?? And that’s where the fear comes in about something just….overtaking me violently when I least expect it.
It’s kind of like that Batman scene where he fights Bane and loses.
Bane represents the physical manifestation of the cosmic debt that I have to pay for – all the peace and quiet I have enjoyed.
And I’m living the Bruce Wayne life with the Batman dichotomy…
…..but without the massive mansion… or the vast fortune….
ok, basically minus everything LOL
I feel like I expose myself to enough catastrophic danger/conflict (I have to go to Philadelphia & New York City at least once or twice a month 😂). Maybe…it’s not enough??? How?? Am I really that comfortable??
I struggle with this.
“peace has cost you strength. victory has defeated you.”
– Bane, when he was beating Batman 😨

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