This Is This

I was talking to a friend on the bus on the way home. Well, not so much a friend as a guy I talk to who’s all right.

I’m pretty sure his name is Paul. At least that’s what I call him. He hasn’t said his name because he doesn’t talk about himself in the third person on account of his sanity. I know his wife is called Julia because he mentions her. I don’t think he knows my name, or at least if he does he never says it.

He’s into nerdy vampire geek flicks like Constantine and The Matrix and Sin City, which I quite like so we talk about those sometimes. I’ve got this DVD rental deal which sends me more films than I have time to watch, so I asked him what he recommended. He told me about a film called Serenity all about vanquishing stuff and epic warlords and things.

Knowing what I’m like, I add it to my to-do list. I have three of these: work to-dos, me to-dos and notes to-dos. Enough said.

But above all this,there sits in the middle of my waller a half torn post-it note which is the mother of all lists. There are never more than two things on this list because they are normally urgent, vital things. I think of it as a right-this-is-very-important-fuck-this-up-and-you’re-fucked list. Or just small things I need to remember on a short-term basis that aren’t important enough to truly remember. These should really be two separate lists, but I’m trying to cut down.

So I got out a pen and I opened my wallet and wrote on the post-it note:

Serenity

What’s the next thing I think? I’ll tell you:

“If this bus crashes and I die, someone will go through my stuff and the first thing they will see in my wallet is the word ‘Serenity’ on an otherwise blank yellow note torn in half and stuck on the inside of my wallet.”

I went on to wonder if people would spend ages wondering what it meant and why I carried the word around with me. Or if they did figure it out, would they go and watch the film and read into it?

And that, dear reader, is how my head works sometimes.

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