Nov 13, 2011
No Reason to Stop
Standing on the corner of College Avenue and Dryden Friday night at 1:30ish, watching undergraduates stagger around aimlessly and shout at/to each other, I turned to my friend saying, “I’m gonna call it a night, even though, frankly, there’s really no reason to stop.”
“Now you see how I’m living,” he replied.
Just a moment before he had remarked, “Alcohol is a god to them.”
But earlier still in the evening he had said, “Love doesn’t tell; it asks.”
There are reasons to stop. One figures them out, over time.
Indeed. I did call it a night, after all…
Hope I didn’t sound sanctimonious.
Maybe a little.
But then again, I didn’t hear triumph or defiance in my friend’s words. They actually struck me more as something like a confession.
And as another friend of mine once pointed out, limits are what give objects definition. Without limits, strictly speaking, you don’t have anything.
Hmm. Maybe more than a little. Well, I can’t unpost what I wrote, but I can promise that all my future comments will start with the phrase “Party time!”