A Couple Kinds of Awkwardnesses

Berke Breathed
Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed with Harper Lee above bed of Opus reading “Mockingbird”

 

What, gone without a word?

Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;

For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

Two Gentlemen Of Verona

 

Note: This will not be covering majorly awkward convos – after a Minor Auto Accident, what to say at the Precinct Investigation, or convos to a Companion After Running Out of Money and Being Thrown Out of a Motel in Biklabito, New Mexico.

In situations like these, really, what can you say? “D’oh!?”

Remember a few entries ago where I spoke of Convo Everywhere? [Feb 17, 2016] Surely, confabs can break out anytime, forcing everyone to step up and declare something. Sometimes it is demanded of you: “Do you have anything to declare?”

I declare that sometimes it is when you feel at your weakest when you must summon the most strength.

And perhaps the most longed-for awkward moment is a Beatlesque moment when one is unable to speak at all. It’s described as, “Deep in love/not a lot to say” in Things We Said Today or as George (Happy Birthday!) Harrison sings, “But you see that I’m too much in luv” in If I Needed Someone.

The freest thing of all, love means it is fine to just stare. Mildly, wildly, meekly, shriekly inside oneself at the face of it. How can anyone try to capture, contain, explain such feelings in conversational-type words? (Hence, The Beatles!)

Have you been there, been unable to do anything about that? Left speechless with less than bupkis to blurt?Two times immediately come to my mind: after a Rickie Lee Jones concert at Town Hall in NYC and after the play “Sunday In The Park With George” near the same part of midtown Manhattan. Details TK

Think of Dianne Weist in Woody Allen’s Bullets Over Broadway pressing her hand over John Cusack’s lips: “Don’t Speak!”

Back Pocket Banter

Have you ever been so much in love you could not speak?

Is that the greatest or what? How can you make that happen again?

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The opposite of this feelings-wise may be Bonnie Raitt lamenting in Angel From Montgomery, “How the hell can a person go to work in the morning, come home in the evening and have nothing to say?”

That’s a tough convo to not have. More lonely inside a couple than alone.

That just makes me want to go to bed with a book [See above comic strip].

 

 

pic of me tipping capMore awkward convo coming soon!

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