even a simple plastic bag!
okay, i just wanted an excuse to post this video, which is hilarious and depressing and strangely poignant and you should definitely watch it, even though at eighteen minutes it’s probably past the attention spans of most people on the internet. whatever. it features my favourite teuton, werner herzog, and for me that was reason enough to commit the time to the saga of a plastic bag that thinks and feels.
the absurdity of sentient bags aside, it’s true that we do never know what is going on inside of the domed skull of another. last week i had a date that i thought was incredible and was so excited for date number two, which i now realise is not going to happen, and it’s okay, but i wasn’t expecting that result. of course, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me, but i had such an intense crush and now i don’t know how i could’ve misread those signals.
a couple days ago, i went on a job interview that was shocking. it was at a cafe (as a second job, since my photo job doesn’t have many hours) and it lasted maybe seven minutes. when i left i felt like it was a waste of time, like i’d said all the wrong things, and if i’d known i only had seven minutes i probably wouldn’t have talked so much about boxing–she asked! we discussed different studios!–and that encounter left me feeling disjointed and awkward. i should’ve shaken it off before i went to apply to other jobs, but i determinedly went straight for it and then had several other painfully awkward encounters. and you know what? after all that, i got the damn job offer. WELL.
to the parts of my brain that usually process hunches, nonverbal signals, etc: please come back to work. i need you!