Is the Moon Lonely? Time to Start Blogging Again
October 18, 2011 12 Comments
I’m going to resume blogging, meaning that I’ll start posting again and I’ll go back to commenting on other people’s blogs. Michelle at Steadily Skipping Stones pointed out that blogging makes us better people. I’m sorry I turned my back on it. I’ve missed it. I don’t know what to post after that upbeat doozie I published yesterday about pain, but I’ll think of something. I’d like to write something about hostels and the backpacking lifestyle, but that will have to wait until later in the week. For now, here’s something I wrote months ago and never posted:
Late one night, when I was three or four, my family and I were driving in our Ford Escort. I was sitting in the rear passenger seat behind my mom, to the right of my sister. My dad was driving. I sat staring through the window at the full moon and wondered why it followed us, why wherever we drove, however fast we went, the bright white disc stayed with us. I paid close attention when my dad accelerated. If we went fast enough, if we caught the moon off guard, might we edge ahead of it?
I asked my dad how it matched our movement so perfectly, and he gave me a practical, scientific explanation about relative distances that made perfect sense. Rational understanding of the moon filled me with wonder, but I couldn’t quite rid myself of the urge to attribute motive and agency to the moon’s behavior. I always wanted to pretend that it was watching over us, or that it followed us out of curiosity and wondered why we stared at it so, or that maybe it was lonely and was begging for our attention. And there you have the duality that exists at my core: the desire to rationalize everything paired with the urge to project fanciful romance everywhere.