I’m curious about the expression of being “between.” When somebody asks, “Are you working right now?” instead of saying no, we’ll say, “I’m between jobs.” It presumes there’s something waiting on the other side. It’s a way of deferring an answer, embracing the limbo.
I’d like to start saying it anytime I don’t really feel like catering to somebody’s question. I fantasize about answering “Are you seeing anybody right now?” with “I’m between boyfriends.”
People are always saying there’ll be another one coming down the line. I suppose that’s true, if you think of them as just bodies.
The “between” grants a dismissal. An I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
It’s a way of owning the space of being neither here nor there. Straddling the middle. Doing and undoing time, like Penelope looming and unlooming.
A constant qualifier of the self. Don’t tell me where I’m at, I’m implacable. How about you stand in my stead?Read More