Sunday, May 13, 2007

the occurence My recollection of the first day of ninth grade is my first sense memory of The Occurrence. I don't remember exactly if it was prompted by a previous reading of some rah-rah self-esteem article in Glamour or Seventeen magazine, the irony of which I can only roll my eyes at now, but I do recall deciding quite consciously that day, just hours before classes started, that THIS first day of school was going to be spectacular. Cliques and teen-aged insecurities be damned, I was going to enjoy myself and have a great time. And I did. Thirty years later I can still feel the wonder and the power of the decision I was able to make based on The Occurrence. This phenomenon I describe as a thought that materializes from seemingly out of nowhere that brings with it a very palpable shift from the funk in which you might have found yourself, say, the night before, to a feeling in a more northwardly direction on the emotional scale the next morning. It's almost as if one awakens in another country. I feel like I'm back on a balcony overlooking an Italian beach - the light is sharper, the air is sweeter, and the food is a hell of a lot better. This has happened to me too many times for me to ignore or pass off as some random circumstance. Its effect is especially striking in contrast to the aforementioned funk. The swiftness and the intensity with which it pervades and improves the overall condition my condition is in, well, quite simply knocks my socks off. The energy it would take for me to pull something like this off by myself is staggering to contemplate, so I adorn The Occurrence with lofty uppercase letters and bold font to denote the...

Deb Schanilec

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