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Bloganuary ’23, Day 23: Blood On The Sand

An egg with a long white beard

I HAVE NO INTRO TODAY, I PUT OUT TWO POSTS FOR YOU PEOPLE YESTERDAY, GO READ THE INTROS IN THOSE INSTEAD, THEY’RE GREAT. Kthxbai.


January 23rd:
What’s A Lie You Tell Yourself?


THAT I’M GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET THIS POST DONE BEFORE GOING TO BOOK CLUB, APPARENTLY.

This was a weird question, because I value self-knowledge and try, strenuously, to be honest with myself and others, and don’t actively engage in self-deception that I’m aware of. The closest thing I (or my wife; I asked) can think of is my…momentum-supported persistence in a background-belief that I’m still a young-young man, can do and withstand the things I could a decade ago, and this is simply false and has terrible consequences. Case in point, yesterday I tried to make four eggs for breakfast, and it was pointed out to me that that’s entirely too many goddamn eggs for the metabolism of a man in his mid-30’s with cholesterol problems; while I am sure the fact that She Who Is My Wife takes the current price of eggs very personally has nothing to do with it, I put one back and the angry red old-timey cash-register text reading “50¢” disappeared from her eyes. I’m getting older (he said at the ripe vintage of ’89), and that’s okay; the only thing that’s not okay is pretending I’m not, which is understandable but a kind of cowardice beneath even me. Not everyone gets the chance to live this long, and it would dishonor them to treat it as a curse instead of an opportunity, albeit to eat fewer eggs, among other things, apparently.

Okay I should probably go read that book real quick. I’ll let you know if those brothers find the Karamazov I presume they’re looking for!

–The Bageler


Raise up the banner, bend back your bows
Remove the cancer, take back your souls.

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