At Spenard’s Building Supply they have paint sample strips. They are the size of a bookmark. I often, after looking at the array of colors, select a few to take home with me. I suspect that these strips are the last thing in life that are free.
Far worse than this is going into Lowe’s Hardware store with Pete. I can pretend to shop when I’m with him at the mega grocery store, but I can’t pretend to shop when I’m at the mega hardware store. Bins and cardboard boxes – this is all that’s there that interests me. Pete (for example) will price plywood, and also examine each and every sheet. Me, losing interest, will wander around, in search of something interesting to look at. Nothing at all comes to mind because there is nothing at all that is interesting.
I remember having met Pete and being in love. He went to the hardware store, and I went with him. Then, at that particular point in time, everything seemed interesting. I was content to wander around and spend I don’t know how much time looking at light fixtures, thinking that someday, we’d have some in our own home. (We were then renting.)
Most likely hell is just a series of things that in life we didn’t enjoy, on a mobius strip, once you have relived all the bad experiences, then you get to relive them again and again and again and again.
The mobius strip, for me, would start with me eating an overly large peach and chewing it thoughtfully. I might say to Pete that I prefer smaller, riper peaches to which he will say, “they didn’t have any,” to which I would say, “why did you buy these?” To which he would say, “but these were on sale.”
I would not mention that this information was contradictory. Rather, I’d toss the half-eaten peach in the compost bucket and hope that the others ripen soon.
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