pier pressure
So the BF and I are sitting on Pier 45 on a Sunday afternoon, sunning ourselves in the midst of what feels like a stationary Pride parade.
I haven't seen this many fags in one place since Black Party — though I'll have to say this is a prettier crowd overall.
The BF is wrapped up in last week's NYT Magazine while I'm struggling to get through another chapter of The Power of Now.
"This article says Larry and Sarah J. were at some party in San Francisco and were actually mobbed by the crowd," the BF says suddenly.
"Oh, really," I say. "That's cool."
Meanwhile I'm wondering who in the holy hell he's talking about. Are these friends of ours? Former co-workers? Maybe people we knew in Atlanta? I know from past experience that I'm supposed to put my book down at this point and ask a follow-up question. (Not that I'm bitching -- the Tolle is taking its toll on me.)
I instead decide not to take the bait and go back to my own reading (Chapter Two: Consciousness: The Way Out of Pain).
A few minutes later, my own consciousness gently drifting into a lazy Sunday nap, the BF pipes up again.
"Yeah, you should read this article. The stuff about Larry and Sarah J. is interesting. And so is the stuff about Mark."
See, he does this too me all the time. If I confess I have no clue who he's talking about, then I'm the dickhead who doesn't listen. If I pretend and just go with it, then he's going to call me out shortly because I'm world's worst faker. I finally cave.
"Um, who are Larry and Sarah J.? Do we know them?"
Even through his sunglasses, I can see him roll his eyes.
"Larry Page and Sergey Brin. The guys who founded Google?"
Disapproval is such an ugly thing. Eckhart Tolle would say it comes from the Pain-Body and advise that I detatch myself from my mind — or something like that.
The BF continues. "You should know that."
"Um, yeah, I guess. I mean, I knew their names."
Chapter Four: Moving Deeply Into the Now. ...
Isn't now about time for that nap?
I haven't seen this many fags in one place since Black Party — though I'll have to say this is a prettier crowd overall.
The BF is wrapped up in last week's NYT Magazine while I'm struggling to get through another chapter of The Power of Now.
"This article says Larry and Sarah J. were at some party in San Francisco and were actually mobbed by the crowd," the BF says suddenly.
"Oh, really," I say. "That's cool."
Meanwhile I'm wondering who in the holy hell he's talking about. Are these friends of ours? Former co-workers? Maybe people we knew in Atlanta? I know from past experience that I'm supposed to put my book down at this point and ask a follow-up question. (Not that I'm bitching -- the Tolle is taking its toll on me.)
I instead decide not to take the bait and go back to my own reading (Chapter Two: Consciousness: The Way Out of Pain).
A few minutes later, my own consciousness gently drifting into a lazy Sunday nap, the BF pipes up again.
"Yeah, you should read this article. The stuff about Larry and Sarah J. is interesting. And so is the stuff about Mark."
See, he does this too me all the time. If I confess I have no clue who he's talking about, then I'm the dickhead who doesn't listen. If I pretend and just go with it, then he's going to call me out shortly because I'm world's worst faker. I finally cave.
"Um, who are Larry and Sarah J.? Do we know them?"
Even through his sunglasses, I can see him roll his eyes.
"Larry Page and Sergey Brin. The guys who founded Google?"
Disapproval is such an ugly thing. Eckhart Tolle would say it comes from the Pain-Body and advise that I detatch myself from my mind — or something like that.
The BF continues. "You should know that."
"Um, yeah, I guess. I mean, I knew their names."
Chapter Four: Moving Deeply Into the Now. ...
Isn't now about time for that nap?
4 Comments:
So who is Mark then?
Mark is another one of those dot-com gods. I can't recall his last name, but I will say in the BF's defense that he had mentioned the name before.
How you hear of Tolle, Tray?
I'd heard a lecture ages and ages ago that referenced his book. I don't mean to slam it -- I think he has some interesting ideas. I haven't read enough of the book to pass real judgment yet.
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