figured it was time to say âgreat kidâ or something to that effect. Instead he said, âI have mental health, FYI.â
âYeah, me too,â Karyn said.
âNot serious, though. Like Iâm off all the meds.â
Without sarcasm: âGood for you. My boss went off her Celexa a few months ago, and I really hope she goes back on.â
âShe talks to you about that stuff?â
âGod no, itâs just information I have access to.â
âOh, right.â
âSomething of a perk,â she said.
âFor meâprobably for your boss it was the wrong moveâbut for me, I didnât like how the pills were flattening and maybe controlling me. Or the thought that Iâd let doctors and pharmaceutical marketers convince me that I had a medical condition, as opposed to just being sad sometimes in the regular way.â
âOr sad sometimes because we live in a depressing society.â
âAnd the pills are just getting us to accept a situation thatâs more fucked up than we are sick.â It was a less articulate version of something heâd read.
âWell put,â she said.
âI felt trapped, you know, âcause when I told my therapist I was feeling good and wanted to go off the meds, she said, âIf it ainât broke, donât fix it.ââ
âTherapists should stick to the clichés of their field,â Karyn said.
âI mean, she didnât literally say that. Then a few years later when I explained that I was still on the meds but depressed, she advised me to up the dosage or switch to a different drug. I couldnât stand to be part of that anymore.â
âThey seem to help me.â
âPlus I lost my insurance.â
Karyn laughed again, this time a snorty, Bugs Bunny laugh. Lines fanned from her eyes like plumage. Lucas was trying to make out how old she was. A good seven to nine years older than he was, he guessed. But beautiful, beautiful in the way his wife would be beautiful if he were seven to nine years older and long married, married so happily that his wife would be more beautiful to him than ever, and when they went out together he would be proud of her beauty, which would contain and erase all the ways sheâd looked before. He pictured holding her hand at a funeral.
She said, âItâs not what I wanted.â
âWhat isnât?â
âA lot of things, but you were asking about my job, and Iâm sorry I shot you down back there when you were just being nice.â
âNo worries.â
âItâs a good job and Iâm lucky to have it, but itâs not what I wanted,â she said. âI used to like how concrete it was, how there was an answer for everything, and if the answer was no, then it was no. Outside of work, most of the questions Iâm interested in are unanswerable. That makes me sound so metaphysical.â She scraped something off the table with her fingernail. âBut maybe I prefer uncertainty and ambiguity to certainty and clarity. Keatsâs negative capability, which Iâm probably calling on just to dignify my ignorance. Sometimes the whole worldâs a mystery to me.â
âWord.â
âEven the simplest mechanical operations.â She picked up her last scrap of toast. âHow a toaster works.â
âA toaster?â
âBut there are other, more complicated appliances.â She filled her lips with air but didnât sigh. âBack in the Mesolithic I thought about going to law school.â
âInevitably,â he said.
âMaybe I should have. Then I could be an unsatisfied lawyer.â
âHey, thereâs still time to pursue all sorts of unsatisfying second careers.â
She pressed her fingers into her cheekbone. Throughout the morning sheâd been touching her face, even while preparing the food. âThereâs a German word,â she said, âTorschlusspanik,
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