(This post will seem scattered, it’s because I’m working on a piece.)
So my goal, in the end, is to raise charming dinner guests. I think it’s an important responsibility, one our parents’ generation failed at miserably. Well, not mine, but a load of them –name five charming people at all, never mind about dinner.
Gore Vidal said somewhere, of actors and writers that he had little use for either but at least actors remember to entertain. I want to have dinner tonight, and I want you to come over and entertain me, you can act.
C. is boycotting email and internet, which made me think of it. I’ll quote her out of context, ”[email] should only be used by stupid people who have nothing to say … interesting people don’t email,” and also, “internet was meant strictly for perverts, pedophiles and porn addicts then it mainstreamed … secret plotline to destroy society.”
Maybe she’s right, we’ve stopped being interesting. All we’ve got now are dull emails. Are you interesting? A., are you there, are you interesting? I know you’re not coming home tonight, but maybe tomorrow we could see if we interest each other. Perhaps it’s not possible, we’ve lost our interest. And if that’s the case, if we’ve lost it, how is it got back?
Dinner party Friday tomorrow. Think of interesting guests – dead, alive or made-up. One of the most interesting people I ever knew was my made-up friend Bobby. We haven’t talked since I was five. I miss him terribly.
[Further Reading: "How to Be Interesting," Time, 1969; "How to Be Interesting," Wikihow.com]