Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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September 22, 2008:

The difference in our paces.

Alone, I walk purposefully, find what I came for, check out in the express lane, arrive home in just a few minutes.

Together, we walk in slow motion, stop in the parking lot for a cigarette, cruise the aisles deciding what to get, wait through the long lines, stop in the parking lot for another cigarette, walk in slow motion again, a leisurely process that takes an hour at least.

She enjoys the process. It makes me frantic and angry to move so slowly.

Some people are better matched than others.