dubble bubble

the comic book illustration that exists in my head of justanotheryoko's world has a lot of bubbles in it. bubble: a small globule of gas in a thin liquid envelope. that's me. a small globule of gas. in jay's world, everyone lives in a bubble: a gas pocket protected by a spherical watery envelope. these bubbles are of your own making. in your bubble is your life, everything you do and see exists inside your own bubble. because other people have their own bubble too, really we're all just bouncing bubbles around like a bubble bath party.

when you leave your house, you bring your bubble with you, even if you go all the way to France. you are always in the middle of your bubble. sometimes, when you are friends with another human person, your bubble attaches to theirs for a while while y'all are having a BBQ, then after dessert you go home and your bubbles detach. if you're good enough friends you might exist in the same globule of gas for awhile until you find out they're sharing information about you to whomever they feel like, then you may have to make the choice to divide your bubble. that's called a bubble-birth. sometimes it hurts, but its for the best. or you could just forgive them, that would be graceful of you. being depressed is when you wish your bubble were bigger, or smaller, or more crowded with stuff, or even had different stuff in it. these are just some bubble facts.

when you're married, you exist in the same bubble. instead of you being in the center of your bubble yourself, your top person is in the middle of it and you are standing right next to him. unless he, by some chance, decides to go on a west coast tour. then your bubbles have to gingerly separate and you become a dubble bubble and are floating far far away from each other in totally different air pockets of the space-time continuum.

in josh's bubble there are legendary punk-rock musicians, actors from the stage and screen, tatoo artists and drum techs, califonia cuisine, ringo's suit from a hard days night, walls of noise, audrey hepburn's sidewalk star, stage diving, scenic views, city scapes, brutal drives, and stinky boys in a van.

i have a very different bubble. since josh bubbled out and we became a dubble bubble, it's like the universe has shifted to the left 3 degrees, dissolved, and re-formed. its like he got raptured into rock world. hey, wait, there used to be a man standing there making me a salad with avocado on the side. wait, i used to have to watch Talladega Nights. wait, someone used to think i was pretty cute and darn funny.

sustaining truth: the thing that connects my bubble to josh's bubble is the spirit of God. that is the air we breathe inside our spheres, and how our bubbles stay peacefully wistfully ardently afloat while we are apart. we may be living in separate bubbles for a while but we are walking the same way with the one true living God. if we weren't doing that there wouldn't be a dubble bubble right now, or a single bubble with us in it, there would just be two separate globules of gas floating far far away like loose balloons. believe what you want, but without Jesus i wouldn't be here, with a husband and a family and a dog and a cat. i wouldn't have the life i live with the man i live it with. i wouldn't be just another yoko.