#449: NOBODY LIKES IT WHEN YOU’RE SWEATY
So one time I was dancing with this guy I had never met before, and the first thing he says is “I can see you’ve been dancing.” At first I was flattered because I thought he meant I had improved. Then I was creeped out and flattered because I remembered I had never danced with him before. Then I was just embarrassed because I realized that he meant I was really sweaty.
This is my life.
Dinner saves the day
You know how sometimes, you’ve got this idea that the handful of ingredients you’ve got lying around is something you can turn into this idealistic, thrown-together plate of absolute joy? Because you have SKILLS and WINE and RADIOHEAD playing on your stereo and you are going to BEAT your angsty mood by cooking.
And then you get about halfway through the process and you look at what’s in the pan and think, er, dunno, that may not end as well as I’d hoped. But you keep cooking because what else are you gonna do, and you just hope it turns out fairly ok even if it’s not something you’d serve someone else. So you’re now resigned to a meh dinner that would be a disappointment aside from the fact that it’s food and you’re hungry.
And then in the last five seconds, when you add the final ingredient you were sure was going to REALLY ruin it, some crazy kitchen alchemy brings it all together to be way higher than your self-lowered expectations, and you sort of can’t believe it, but you have renewed faith in your SKILLS and you’ve ended up with the thing that is the reason you started cooking in the first place.
Maybe not exactly what you planned but and as-good or better different.
And then because you are and always will be an English-Major jerkface who can’t let a thought pass without overanalysing the crap out of it, you think, there’s probably a life metaphor in that.
And then, surveying your situation, you hope it holds true.
And then you have seconds even though you probably shouldn’t. Because MAN IT REALLY TURNED OUT GOOD.
Let me explain. If you’ve ever thought that you cannot invite an avid cook to your house for dinner because they will silently judge your efforts, let me dispel this notion: when I’m not the one doing the cooking, everything tastes like the most amazing thing on earth. Maybe it’s tinged with relief that I’m not the one behind the stove for once, maybe it’s because I wholly understand what a big effort cooking can be, or maybe it’s just because you’re an awesome cook whether you believe it or not, but if you bake me a chocolate cake, I want to hug you. I want to run off with the cake.
It’s extremely difficult for people to remake themselves, particularly if they’ve got husbands and wives, jobs, children. It’s very, very difficult to throw everything up and embark on a completely new reappraisal of yourself. But, I think, sooner or later, all of us have to do that. Mostly I think we do it vicariously, by reading novels, by going to films and so on. We allow others to be our deputies in making some kind of radical shift, stealing a million dollars from a bank or whatever it may be. But I think we all feel a powerful need to make this change, to rediscover who we really are and what our real assignment is.
J. G. Ballard, interviewed by John Gray, 2000 (via gregings)
Yes and yes.