David Sedaris is one of my most loved authors.
His descriptions of life never fail to make my life feel as though it's a little closer to the side of 'normal', in comparison to his. I'm not sure if this is a positive exercise- weighing my daily thoughts and activities as a justification towards 'normalcy'- or at least surviving on a day to day basis... without landing in the loony bin, against a man who is known for his 'oddity' as a human.
This is an excerpt from a piece titled 'Undecided' that David Sedaris wrote for the New Yorker. It's about the inevitable 'Undecided Voter'.
"I look at these people and can’t quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked."
