Existential crises
Is this a good example of a conditional sentence: “If you sit in the dark in a comfortable chair, with soothing music playing in the background, you will fall asleep.” Even without the question mark, I’ve answered my own question. Scratch another productive evening.
Up to twelve straight days of “completing my Irish exercises”. I amaze myself. Not exactly ready to show off my skills to anyone other than another total beginner, but there are familiar terms and phrases. No longer alphabet soup.
Down to town (that’s different from down to the city) this morning. Dropped off my test kit, without knowing what was tested, and went on to some multi-merchant shopping. I always wonder if I should bring the packages back to the car after each shop, or assume that they know the stuff in the bag is (a) paid for, and (b) from another store. Do they care? I mean, the food store doesn’t even sell plungers, to the best of my knowledge. Another conundrum: if the shop sells something I want, and I take all the stuff, am I making life difficult for someone else? Today, I wanted clippers, but had this horrible mental image of leaving a neighbour with no alternative but to start biting his/her fingernails if I took the last unit on the shelf. Does this mean that I’ve reached a whole new level of caring for the common man?
In the big city, there are no such existential crises. There’s always more of everything, in the back or just down the block. Here, I have to consider the greater implications of everything.
My head hurts.
