In the loving calm of your arms
One of the most difficult things about being really busy is adjusting to the lull of when you’re not so busy afterwards. For me, this is especially challenging when the lull comes in the middle of the week, while everyone else is working, and I’m just sitting in my apartment in my three-day old workout clothes, catching up on “Game of Thrones” and eating Half Baked ice cream at 1pm in the afternoon. That’s like what people normally do on Saturdays. If they’re fat. And lazy.
Yesterday, in an attempt to ward off the inevitable depression that usually accompanies guilt, I decided to do some challenging reading in my free afternoon. So I picked up Roland Barthes’ “A Lover’s Discourse,” and tried to begin it. “A Lover’s Discourse” is the book that Madeleine, the main female character in Jeffrey Eugenides’ novel “The Marriage Plot,” reads to get over her brilliant bipolar lover, Leonard. She met Leonard in a semiotics class at Brown University, the school I attended in real life.
