What makes a man so dull that he would pass through life (reeking of cabbage & cement) without regard to limits of his body mass?
It is not only a matter of common perception but also a scientific fact that two objects cannot occupy the same position in space.
On my journey to the laboratory this morning, the chair next to me on the early morning Maglev was (over)filled with a man who not only appeared ignorant of, but appeared hell-bent on disproving the above. While I sat reading over my notes on our latest subject’s progress through the maze, my travelling companion made no effort to maintain a decent separation between himself and me, his every movement infringed upon my personal space as if my very presence was of no consequence to his passage through the world.
I must allow for the possibility that this man is not at fault; that he has the right to make his way through the world while impinging on my right not to be leant on by a stranger. I must allow that my resentment at his very existence says more about me than it does about him.
In his defense it should be noted that although he did indeed reek of cabbage and cement, his bulk was irreconcilable with the constructive use of cement and implied a diet rather more substantial than vegetables.
It is not only a matter of common perception but also a scientific fact that two objects cannot occupy the same position in space.
On my journey to the laboratory this morning, the chair next to me on the early morning Maglev was (over)filled with a man who not only appeared ignorant of, but appeared hell-bent on disproving the above. While I sat reading over my notes on our latest subject’s progress through the maze, my travelling companion made no effort to maintain a decent separation between himself and me, his every movement infringed upon my personal space as if my very presence was of no consequence to his passage through the world.
I must allow for the possibility that this man is not at fault; that he has the right to make his way through the world while impinging on my right not to be leant on by a stranger. I must allow that my resentment at his very existence says more about me than it does about him.
In his defense it should be noted that although he did indeed reek of cabbage and cement, his bulk was irreconcilable with the constructive use of cement and implied a diet rather more substantial than vegetables.
6 comments:
written in such a detached and politically correct voice! hilarious, pisces. so good to read you! how is your blog project going?
might as well tell you while i'm here that i'm doing better physically... went on insulin and it's made a big difference, and i'm titrating off the oxycontin. i'm up and doing some things... cooking, bathing... i feel human again. love, laura xoxoxooxoxox
being squashed by someone else's overflow is a bummer no matter what formula is used to explain, describe or rationalize.... but it is important to keep track of such phenomena and for this i am grateful that you have the mad scientist's notebook. whew!!
nice post.... the detail and tone are wonderful.
Laura: I'm very happy to hear things are going better for you. Glad you enjoyed this piece - believe it or not, it really did(does) happen :/
Harlequin: I must speak to the Mad Scientist and ask him to keep his notes pertinent to the story :)
i believe it! :>>))) love you. xoxoox
What if one object is matter, and the other is anti-matter?
Oh, wait... that makes a
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