I feel stupid.
Fortunately, that element has permeated every portion of my evening, so the consistency is a little comforting. There’s a certain courage that comes when you’ve been stupid in every which way, every aspect, a freedom of communication which leads to even more honesty, which as you might have learned by now is a pretty destructive mode of communication.
You don’t understand? Okay. Here’s an honest wreck talking to a shoe salesman.
“Can I help you with anything?”
“Not anymore. I might be able to start a new life now that I’ve reduced this one to a fetid pile of smoking ashes. I plan to stomp on it this afternoon for signs of animation, and if nothing shows up, I’m going to take a telephone pole to the planet Humplumper and impregnate a boreckni eel.”
“Well that sounds utterly barking mad.”
“I know. Yesterday, that might have bothered me. Today I just need some thick-soled galoshes.”