Friday, August 29, 2014

Week in Seven Words #224 & 225


Lungs embracing the air, holding tight to the freshness of the air beside the running water.

All of the cards I come across are gushy about love and gratitude, and I wonder how many times people's feelings really match up with what they buy.

Throughout the dinner, I need to deflect nasty, passive-aggressive digs. In my mind, I pretend I'm flicking away each comment with a fork like bits of mashed potato.

They're more benevolent, because they can afford to be. Treating him well costs them nothing and gives them the pleasure of feeling above him, bestowing favors on him in angelic fashion while remaining unsullied by his human dirt.

He hears many excuses and even encouragement for obnoxious behavior, so then he gets confused and frustrated when he's punished for it.

His job is to sit hunched at a table and occasionally be pleasant.

Renovations on the hallway look surgical. Pipes like veins and capillaries, wires like exposed nerves.


It's possible that there will be a flare-up over a plastic box containing packets of tea. The box was meant as a gift, but the recipient thinks the tea is low-quality and old; she would have few qualms about leaving the gift behind, maybe openly denouncing it. To prevent this, I slip the box into a bag: out of sight and temporarily out of mind.

It isn't enough for some people to enjoy what they have. They need to make sure you're exactly the same way they are, or else they aren't satisfied. I wonder how happy they can be if they need to police or correct you to be at peace.

She enjoys two minutes on the balcony with a cup of coffee and book, before little fingers rap on the window, insisting on attention.

For five minutes of intense concentration, she first needs to jump around for thirty seconds, wagging her tongue and blowing raspberries.

He tells me he's satisfied with himself, but then I watch him come down hardest on the people who most closely resemble him.

There are powerful impulses commonly associated with religious people that exist among atheists too: cults of personality centered on certain leaders, policing of beliefs for purity of thought. (Are you the true faithful atheist?) Whether they're worshipping at a church or elsewhere, they might all be devoted to an ideology, one with little room for humanity.

It's difficult working with self-righteous people, who hold you to the standards of an angel while pretending they do the same to themselves. One thing they will always deny in themselves and others is humanity.


Naida said...

Great words as always and I can relate to parenthood.
Interesting take on seething and you nailed two-faced.
Happy weekend.

bibliophilica said...

"surgical" is myfavprite for this week. :-)

HKatz said...

@ Naida, thanks. Seething applies to an interesting person I know. He's often perceptive, but this potential blind spot of his caught my attention.

@ Jay: Thanks! It did kind of look like an open surgery.

Lucy said...

I smile and wince at the same time at some of these, I wonder if they know they are being observed with such razor-sharp astuteness!

After going out late yesterday evening to watch highest tide, I particularly relate to 'cleanse', a wonderful feeling.

HKatz said...

"I smile and wince at the same time at some of these, I wonder if they know they are being observed with such razor-sharp astuteness!"

I try to be discreet :) And I need to get it down on paper; part of me dealing with it.

'Cleanse' feels glorious… glad you enjoyed, and thanks for stopping by.