I had these thoughts while walking at Fullersburg on Friday (I have taken a couple weeks off after a running poop disaster at the end of October).
This one in terms of the quiet, consistent way that norms of wealth, of gender, of social norms "confronts" us continually and is an irritant. Wrong clothes, lack of fantasy football team, lack of brown liquor bottles on my walls.
Greeted each day by a world that quietly, consistently, continually, confronts you with a mirror that says that you haven't made it, or you're not enough, that you're a minor, an adolescent, or you're seriously failing.
Later on the walk, this notion of being dissatisfied and undirected, comes into my head. The idea snaps into place, like a lego.
Special sensation of not being where you want to be, but also not knowing where you want to go
Finally, as I am adding to my Apple Notes things I'm noticing (I do a record of 21 things on this walk), I see an oak, brown leaves, stubborn:
Are you like that oak tree, clinging to your leaves over winter while the other trees have had their fun and gone?
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