I’ve been tossing the word around in my head for a number of days. It means a representation of a plan or theory in the form of an outline or model or a syllogistic figure according to the Oxford Languages dictionary. I use it to represent this lifeplan that I have not fully come to understand or even form–be it with my partner or independently. I think this is at the route of so many problems in my life. Like everything else, it goes back to the wire…
It is indeed the other way, but while everyone around me feels I have control of that way, I don’t feel that way. I feel like I don’t know what to do and that my life is a series of rooms in which I find myself and while I am in those rooms things exist in one state and when I leave the room things exist in another state and the people in the rooms often don’t connect independent of me.
Could I be Schrödinger’s Cat?
While I am out of the space I believe the poisonous gas is slowly killing everyone in my life or at least infecting them in some fashion where they are being changed by the situation.
I need a schema. I need a good schema. Can I haz schema pleeze?
Some Thoughts:
- On Wednesday we can talk about the legitimacy of a Knicks playoff run. We can also talk about whether or not D. Jones is for real and the upcoming fantasy season… I still haven’t paid off the last one and that matters… It’s all about responsibility to the schema.