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Saturday, May 08, 2004

THE DRAMA OF EVERYDAY LIFE IS EASILY FORGOTTEN

Yesterday, as I was immobilized in gridlock, I was livid that I was being inconvenienced in such a grievous manner. Today, it occurred to me that there are a million such moments to be endured, but they are all of a fleeting nature, and nobody but one's lonely self knows about them. Are these moments inconsequential, or do they all compound to form some sort of mental and/or emotional version of an atherosclerotic plaque? Do they make us miserable for all our days to come, or do they just pass so that we can laugh at our silly selves later for being so impatient, so petty, so whatever...

Has anyone written about this topic? Is this even a topic, or is it just a mundane meandering of the mind, as mundane as the moments that constitute the daily grind of no one in particular and everyone all at the same time?

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