silva rerum

the only other sound’s the sweep of easy wind

Interesting conversation earlier tonight. Epiphany of the evening was as follows, as I rather incoherently rambled into my cellphone:

“Oh my god. I am a Buddhist monk. Do you know what the Buddhist monks do? Let me tell you. When the Buddhist monks are done prayers and temple for the day,do you know what they do? They clean. They fix. They go into the surrounding villages and they clean that which is dirty and fix that which is broken. They go and make the world a better place. That is their spare time. They pick up fallen snails and put them back the right way! They pick up snails. And tortoises, they pick them up and put them right again. Tortoises! And that’s me. Do you know what I do in my spare time? I do work. I look for work to do. I do what need’s doing. I clean! I clean my desk. And I look for things to learn, things that make me better, more efficient, smarter. That is what I do. I am a Buddhist monk! Spontaneity is unacceptable. Things have to be planned out. I can’t very well go and just do something. It’s gotta be planned, preferably at least 24 hours in advance. I can’t drop everything, tell everyone, “Oh hi, I’m going out now and I won’t be back until an undetermined time. Bye now.” I can’t do that. Spontaneity doesn’t work for me, I can’t do that. I just can’t.”

I’m impressed. I ought to write for Grey’s Anatomy! I could totally write for Meredith, the veracity of the above statement notwithstanding (and, in all likelihood, true).