Bowery & Spring, ManhattanRyan wondered this morning why everyone loses their shit when things get tough. That's a pretty fair question. I posited that it all rests on the pronunciation of words, the minute stressing of accent, inflection of vowels. So really it all comes down to breath. Everyone laughed. Ha! Funny!
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For some, breath. For some, the lose shit/maintain shit (an uncomfortable but funny opposition) entails convoluted intellectual proofs. I was not maintaining my shit until I disconnected my own activities from the larger shit. Now my shit is my own (in my mind) and I find it easier to keep it controlled.
I left my shit somewhere, I can't remember where. But it still knows my phone number, my email address and my favorite haunts. It harangues me from afar. Which feels exactly like a harangue from near. My shit is haranguing me constantly, is what I mean to say.
Actually I am much more likely to lose my shit when things are easy and going well. Which means that I am very comfortable with the state of affairs these days.
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