The Zen of Spilling Coffee on my Jacket
Feb. 28th, 2004 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneirophreniaI am a klutz. This is well-known to all who have even a passing acquaintance with Yours Truly. It seems that if I have a mug of coffee near me, some of it will inevitably end up upon me rather than in me, as it were!
Of course, this happened last night, as usual. Fortunately, I was wearing my leather jacket, which is coffee-proof, and the majority of the joe landed on that. This is why I wear so much leather, folks: none of the crap I spill on myself will stain it or otherwise trouble it!
I've been reading a lot of Zen writings lately, and something about the act of wearing leather just because it doesn't stain seems to whisper to me of a strange and goofy enlightenment. Someday, I sense, I will be at the 61-C or the Tuscany and spill an entire giant mug of coffee all over myself--at which point I will suddenly achieve full enlightenment, at which point I will just order another mug and then spill that one, too.
Of course, this happened last night, as usual. Fortunately, I was wearing my leather jacket, which is coffee-proof, and the majority of the joe landed on that. This is why I wear so much leather, folks: none of the crap I spill on myself will stain it or otherwise trouble it!
I've been reading a lot of Zen writings lately, and something about the act of wearing leather just because it doesn't stain seems to whisper to me of a strange and goofy enlightenment. Someday, I sense, I will be at the 61-C or the Tuscany and spill an entire giant mug of coffee all over myself--at which point I will suddenly achieve full enlightenment, at which point I will just order another mug and then spill that one, too.
