Re: My Hello
Steve Gallagher (sgallagher@lasersedge.net)
Wed, 10 Dec 1997 16:44:06 +0000
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That was lovely...right up until you switched to second person. Stay off prozac.
Eryk Charles Arthur Salvaggio wrote:
>
> High school made me think I'd grow up to be Seymour Glass but isn't it
> odd that College made me realize I was Holden Caulfield and not even very
> good at it.
> Sometimes you think about Zooey and he's right, I am the freak and yes it
> is all Seymours fault but it was always our choice, wasn't it? Could have
> drowned ourselves into being the ackleys and Muriels of the world but
> then you see the radiant glow of any random activity that for some reason
> seems so much more than random, seems more like a gift and you can't
> stand it but you love it anyway. You want to know why seymour killed
> himself, then allow yourself to feel the happiness of inanimate objects
> that are positioned just right on any surface and fall in love with it,
> then try to pretend you don't feel a loss when someone bounds in and puts
> it to its "rightful place." Try to smile and say that the movement was just
> perfect and beautiful too but you know that it isn't but you know that it
> is.
> Then the corruption gets to you, and you'll never ever get away from
> getting it. And you're living with a roommate who gets the time from
> dames in the backseats of cars and doesn't even know if she likes
> checkers, and sure as hell you can get angry with him but its when you
> don't that you're in trouble. You try to say its perfect because it
> doesn't know anybetter but you know that it isn't perfect because he
> probably does.
> Then you sit awake at 2:30AM on the top bunk in some dorm and as you try
> to go to sleep you realize that there's no way in hell that you'll ever
> manage to live in this place and so you get up and start typing and start
> creating the world where you can. You end up staying awake for 48 hours
> for every 12 asleep. You realize that for the Muriel Fedders to love you
> you're gonna need a slight overhaul. And you realize that you need the
> Muriel Fedders to survive, because you're at their mercy. And you realize
> that a slight overhaul is impossible.
> And you stand there at night and you think about these things and when
> you've finally gone on that honeymoon to the beaches, you have only two
> options, die or not live.
> Muriel Glass is why people like me refuse to take prozac.
>
> "A Green Tennis Ball
> Bounds down the city street
> and taps me gently
> in my shoe."
>
> -ecas