I feel everything, sometimes you just get that heavy dense feeling when you appreciate the world in a way you don’t understand because you love it and hate it and your life is full of so many to do lists and questions and hopes and numbers and worries and I just want to fall asleep under the weight of it all, the sometimes blissful, mostly tedious weight
but then you get up because you have to run errands, to the gas station the bank and fucking old navy
Something to learn: David Foster Wallace's commencement speech to graduates at Kenyon College.
(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I’d advise you to go ahead, because I’m sure going to. In fact I’m gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings [“parents”?] and congratulations to Kenyon’s graduating class of 2005. There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes “What the hell is water?”
This is a standard requirement of US commencement speeches, the deployment of didactic little parable-ish stories. The story [“thing”] turns out to be one of the better, less bullshitty conventions of the genre, but if you’re worried that I plan to present myself here as the wise, older fish explaining what water is to you younger fish, please don’t be. I am not the wise old fish. The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about. Stated as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance, or so I wish to suggest to you on this dry and lovely morning.
David Foster Wallace has this talent of putting you in the shoes of really twisted, fucked up people and making you understand why the hell they think the way they do. To the point where you almost get lost and agree with the character.
He’s also really great at telling really ironic circumstances that are hilarious, but also sad.
I asked my brother what the difference really is between wasps and hornets, and so he showed me pictures and a video of 30 hornets ripping the heads of 30000 bees. I’m not kidding. We got so scared and amused that we went on looking for the most disgusting bugs out there and got this hilarious (but really scary as shit) website: