Joy & Curiosity #54

Interesting & joyful things from the previous week

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As I’m standing here and packing for a ten day trip, first to Mexico and then to San Francisco, I can hear the three hearts beating in my chest again.

The first one, with its ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum spelling out its wishes in morse code, tells me that I should be envious of those hand-luggage-only people. True travellers; agile, light, flexible; their whole life in the overhead compartment; they probably laugh at those idiots standing around the luggage carousel when they walk past. Actually, they probably are somewhere else already.

My second heart, its rhythm clashing, instead laughs at the hand-luggage-only people. “Just wait until they get cholocate ice cream all over their white t-shirts,” it assures me, “and then sit down into some jam-filled pastry someone dropped on a chair at breakfast, right before someone tells them they can’t wear those shoes to dinner, which comes right before the rain, for which they’re unprepared. What if they pee their pants, dude?” It tells me to take the bigger suitcase.

The miraculous third heart is wise. It’s calm. Its ba-dum whispers and says “it’s fine, they’re both right, let’s do what we always do.” What it means, of course, is that I should do both. Pack a lot (a lot) but then also get stressed out about not having enough clothes (watch out for those pastries…) and obsessively ration the clothes I brought — like wearing the same shorts for an amount of time that’s barely accepted by society while telling myself that no one will notice that stain anyway. It'll come right out if you just, see, brush over it like this.