I sometimes imagine that some stuff has price tags attached. Except that when you look at the value on the tag you’re not seeing a price; instead you’re seeing that item’s metaphysical inertia. See, I have this theory that stationary objects (like an item on a to-do list, for example) whether physical or otherwise, accrue inertia over time. I have reason to believe that this inertia, which I have named “Danertia” in honour of that person around whom it accumulates most rapidly (myself), not only accumulates, but accumulates cumulatively. It’s like compound interest.

I’m staring at these things on my desk right now. I am so loathe to actually remove them from my desk that I’m thinking of gluing them down, although to be honest in view of the amount of Danertia piled up on top of them, that might just be superfluous.

But life is like that, too. How often have you just gotten used to something, not because you liked it or because it was a good thing, but simply because it was there? Like a headache that you get used to after three weeks or something.

I have a lot of ridiculous things like that. I get used to stuff really quick, and couple that Danertia with a good dose of apathy: you have a good recipe for changing nothing. Ever.

But I do, of course. Thing is, it’s usually not me that changes me, but the people around me. Which leaves me with the sinking feeling that I’m also changing them, when I’m not completely sure how that could be a good thing.

This coffee is awful.

I should stop drinking it.

Tags: ruminations