Waiting for my slow life to begin
Friday, October 20th, 2006I began reading Liar’s Poker this afternoon and am halfway through the book – it’s one I’ve been wanting to read for a while but was compelled to now that I picked up Lewis’ latest book, The Blind Side. I think I read too fast. I think I experience life too fast. I told Gomez as we walked around the bayou this afternoon that G has this uncanny ability to linger in bed in the morning and I get up and scale the mountain before I realize I’m breathing.
A moment ago I was almost panting as I went through stacks of bank statements I hadn’t reconciled and paid bills and made lists and got my calendar together for next week. It’s like without a topper I operate on adrenaline that fuels some frenzy – only I’m not quite sure I know what the hurry is anymore – I just get on the hamster wheel and pant away for no good reason.
Literally – most people think I am having sex when they call me cause I answer the phone half out of breath – they don’t know that I’m whirling on some natural speed that coarses through my blood and every move, even answering the phone, is done in mid breath.
There are three books that I’ve begun on my bedside table – and yet today I bought a new one and read half of it.
Rushing to the grave, I imagine.