Do you ever feel suspicious about the line between constructed narratives and everyday life? I don't so much in everyday life, but when I encounter representations of life - the news, the movies, print of any type, etc. - I wonder. I used to get all excited when I got the facts. Now, I've realized "the facts" is not a straightforward set of information at all. Everyone is trying to convince you that their clip, their quote, their story is the truth. Not just newsy shit, mind you. I mean everything. What I'm getting at is the feeling of being in a classroom and being told that we are exploring the facts about a narrative. Fuck! Isn't the class a narrative? Isn't academic discourse a narrative? What privileges it above the intuitions of the folk? Remind me, one more time, why learning more will make me smarter. It seems that it just raises a whole new world of doubts.
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True Story
Last summer, I was at a bar by myself, just listening to people talk. The bartender was talking to one of her regulars. This is what they said:
Bartender: "I think I'm depressed."
Regular: "What makes you think that?"
Bartender: "I feel really tired all the time, and unhappy."
Regular: [takes a sip of her gin and tonic] "You should just drink more." [laughs]
Bartender: "If I drink any more, I'll die."
Bartender: "I think I'm depressed."
Regular: "What makes you think that?"
Bartender: "I feel really tired all the time, and unhappy."
Regular: [takes a sip of her gin and tonic] "You should just drink more." [laughs]
Bartender: "If I drink any more, I'll die."
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