Gone Focusing: Day 24

60% of the way to 40 days off Facebook.

In which our hero eats too much, and finds solace in pursuit of a white whale.

Can I blame Facebook lust for my plundering the fridge as a substitute?  All that talk yesterday about living by the dictum “Is this getting me closer to where I want to be?” folds in the face of a cokd glass of milk and a box of cereal.

Moby Dick

I was no more than into Chapter 1, when Melville dropped his first bomb:

Who ain’t a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about—however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way—either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other’s shoulder-blades, and be content.

So as you walk out the door today, ready to thump somebody, consider giving a back rub instead.

Melville didn’t live in the #meToo era, eh?  Have a good day.

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