Of Course

We all speak of the course. The world is how it is and when it functions banally, we remind ourselves of it to crush ideas of the contrary. The car races left, in its course. The bear eats it prey, in its course. The sun rises in the east, in its course. Of course.

The course often sucks. In fact, I believe most of the time it does. Of course, Bush was reelected. Of course, that psoriasis spot returned. Of course, it didn’t work out with her. Of course, grandmothers die. Of course, cavemen beat astronauts. What was I thinking?

Every once in a while, though, things are different and it gives one immense hope. Sometimes the Yankees lose, after all.

Lets change course for a second.

Say one has nothing to do on a Friday and one decides to head to Austin Grill, of all places, to grab a beer with one’s roommate and his friends. One has met the friends and they are good guys, but one would never expect to meet any attractive or interesting females around them. Plus, one is getting a beer at Austin Grill, of all places, in the middle of McDowntown Silver Spring. But, say one goes and, by chance, a sister is brought along who is stunning. Oh, not stunning in that blonde hair, big breast objective way where you knows she’s been hit on seventeen times early today and she’ll have nothing to do with you because she thinks she’s hot shit. No, stunning in that subjective way where she’s exactly your type- a hidden treasure at a yard sale that everyone else is too stupid to notice. And to top things off, lets say she’s intelligent and funny and self-aware and challenging. So, say one talks to her for a couple hours and things seem to be going alright. For a moment, one might think that the world is not on course. For a moment, one might think that they are lucky. For a moment, one forgets the completely obvious. But, then the boyfriend arrives and the world stabilizes, of course. Of, fucking, course.

When the course is so obvious, how can we so quickly forget? Is delusional hope so unbridled that we must constantly reminds ourselves to be rational? Apparently so. Oh well, we live on and continue to hope that things don’t end up on course, of course.