i just came from a show at the portland museum of fine art (a wonderful show of photographs of georgia okeefe), and as i stumbled around, a little worried i might fall and knock something off the wall, and feeling like i had better sit down, but the only bench in the gallery was taken up by people who OBVIOUSLY didn’t need it, i realized i was angry at all those people who could just walk around, thinking nothing of it. and probably not appreciating it any more than i did back when i could walk like that. to think nothing of parking a few blocks from the museum, and after wandering around the place for an hour, walking a few blocks to a restaurant, then walking back to the car – well, there are those of us who can’t do that. and i hope those of you who can bloody well appreciate it.
i know anger is toxic, so i do my best to rinse it out of me as quickly as i can, but it really struck me tonight.