There is no form of existential dread quite as exquisitely dreadful as the existential dread of winning an eBay auction you do not want to win.
Except, perhaps, for the existential dread of thinking you've possibly written about the existential dread of unwanted eBay victories before, although a keyword search of previous blog posts produces no results for 'eBay.'
But what if my search engine is not the best? What if it is merely a spluttering and explosive single-cylinder search engine, suitable for powering only the most rudimentary of search charabancs, unable even to crank itself forward beyond the first two letters of any keyword entered?
That is the sort of existential dread that keeps you up a night, tossing and turning in an alphabetical meteorite shower of fiery vowels and consonants hurtling at great velocity across the inchoate space-time continuum of your anxious mind.
My God, there is certainly a lot of existential dread about these days. I guess that will teach me to be the winning bid on a Being and Nothingness first edition that I have no interest in actually reading. I can only forlornly hope my bid does not meet the auctioneer's reserve. But I'm pretty sure it does.
And now I have the existential dread of using the ersatz poetical word "forlornly." Will it ever end? Will I ever be set free?
Just Say No!
Posted by: Tatyana | February 20, 2021 at 12:03
Insist on introducing it in your wife's book club.
Posted by: Anti_Gnostic | February 20, 2021 at 12:36
"Free Shipping" - the flame that attracts the moth.
I'm not sure there's enough shopping action in Being And Nothingness to qualify as book club material, no matter how urgently I insist.
Posted by: stephenhesque | February 20, 2021 at 13:10