Feeling better because I looked up the verb to watch in the dictionary and its root is to awaken which isn’t sinister and since I was trying to figure out why it creeps me out so much that an old boyfriend is watching Latvian girls on his computer who do what he asks and answer all his questions, and I had decided it was because he is just watching all by himself in his room, but now I can stop worrying about it because Latvian girls need to make a living and nobody is messing with them in real life, but only getting woken up and I can’t argue with that. Okay, although I want to add that ogling would have made sense but that verb didn’t occur to me.
Since that has been put to rest I allow myself to look around my living room which from this vantage point in the gray light makes the painting on the far wall look like a big head with one pale disappearing eye, one brown eye, an ear and a gaping hole for a mouth. It also looks like a headstone but I’m making my will and death is all over the place. My friend Paul and I have agreed on ways we do not want to die i.e: drowning, pills, freezing, being eaten alive (although Paul points out that those gazelles don’t seem to be suffering when the lion takes them down) so maybe something is either turned off or turned on (state of shock?) in the event you are being et which would be proof of a benevolent universe, something beyond my ken. I want to add I do not want to be murdered. One more thing, I don’t want to die with my mouth open. More specifically, I don’t want to be found dead with my mouth open.
Paul favors heroin suppositories and dirty martinis but I don’t want anything shoved up my ass and you need more than one to get the job done. (This in service of how we do want to die.) Maybe lying in the sun on a nice beach with good waves and blue water and colorful umbrellas and kids in bright bathing suits and my family everywhere, loving where we are or maybe I could just peacefully die on the red beach chair Chuck bought me last year when we were all together on the beach and although great white sharks were sighted and pursued with a biplane and a boat and everyone came out of the water like lightning (apparently when a biplane turns sideways it means shark and that plus the life guards’ whistles), we stood on the sand shading our eyes for a glimpse of fin but no such luck and as far as I know nobody even came close to dying.
It would be hard to carry me over the dune to the parking lot, it was hard for me to carry myself over the dune, despite help from my kids, but a dead weight is heavier than a live one and I wonder why. No problem, strong young men would put me on a stretcher and take me to a hospital where I would be pronounced dead.
Only maybe this would ruin the beach for my family. I will have to think about it.
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Abigail Thomas‘s most recent book is a memoir, What Comes Next and How to Like It, which will be out in paperback this spring.
Photo by Marcia Krause Bilyk
17 comments
Jessica Gilkison says:
Jan 18, 2016
Oh, Abigal Thomas, one of my favorite voices, thank you for this.
abigail thomas says:
Jan 18, 2016
thank you, so glad you liked it.
Bobbie says:
Jan 18, 2016
Wonderful
Sue Repko says:
Jan 18, 2016
Love this! One wave after another of stark images and possibilities, even in death. Wonderful!
abigail thomas says:
Jan 18, 2016
thanks very much.
Carol-Linnea Salmon says:
Jan 19, 2016
What a way to go! Love this.
jessica handler says:
Jan 19, 2016
“In the event you are being et.” Why I love you.
Allison says:
Jan 21, 2016
My most favorite subject, as I move through my 50s and watch my husband in his late 60s.I try to explain to my young, smart friends, in the hope they stop dreading each future moment,that age brings things into sharp focus, an emotional macro ring. And there’s beauty and pain that meld together.
You capture this — lovely.
Kathleen says:
Jan 23, 2016
Alison tweeted about this Abby, and it makes me happy/sad on our snow day. It sounds just like you, talking in your sunroom. The truth, the pain, the humor despite it all. And maybe a laugh, your big laugh, full of life.
Rik says:
Jan 25, 2016
I think 40 100mg Seconal capsules and a bottle of Tito’s vodka would be lovely. Just a suggestion. 😉
abigail thomas says:
Jan 27, 2016
would bourbon do? I hate vodka.
rik says:
Jan 28, 2016
Bourbon would be just as effective.
Pam Michel Bruce says:
Feb 26, 2016
Wow. Love this.
Zena says:
Apr 2, 2016
Love it!
Holly Sneeringer says:
Apr 7, 2016
It made my day to see your name and to read your essay–always a pleasure. Thanks for bringing us all down to earth just when we need it most.
Lynette Benton says:
Jun 28, 2017
So glad to read this (hilarious) essay in something like stream of consciousness with the wonderful images and the surprising “et.” A contemplation on death made lovely. Now I’m thinking about the weight of dead weight.
Lynette Benton says:
Jun 28, 2017
PS I hope I find some more of your engaging, unguarded writing on Brevity. I’m going to take a tour in search of it.