Displacement, says it all.

“Displacement is a vector quantity that refers to “how far out of place an object is”; it is the object’s overall change in position.  (The Physics Classroom.)

Never having taken physics, I have no idea what a vector quantity really is but I’m pretty sure my vector has shifted a lot lately.   That mysterious vector idea has been darting around the back of my mind.  How far out of place can some things get?  How far out of place can I get?

At first, I was using it as the Freudian defense mechanism.  You know the one.  The man is mad and takes it out on his dog.  The dog chases the cat.  The cat toys with the mouse and leaves its dead body on his keeper’s doorstep.  The dead mouse comes back to haunt the man for having a stupid dog and cat in the first place.  The man convinced he’s losing his mind goes to a psychotherapist to understand what the mouse symbolizes and pays $250 per session, three times a week for ten years.  If that isn’t displacement, than I don’t know what is.

But back to vectors.  Physics classroom lists characteristics of vectors and among other things I don’t understand also says this:

“a vector arrow (with arrowhead) is drawn in a specified direction. The vector arrow has a head and a tail.”

Now, I’m even more confused.  Apparently, some physicists got together and disassembled the laws of motion in the universe and when they put things back together they ended up with vector arrows with heads and tails.  Things are starting to get really creepy.  No wonder my day felt like I was fighting against gravity and at any moment apples might fall from the heavens like evil A-bombs.  It’s all those vector arrows out there upsetting the natural order with their heads and tails.  No wonder I feel  displaced.  I’ve walked around this planet for a few years now and haven’t fallen off or floated out in space or suddenly got sucked into the liquid lava layer of the earth.  I also haven’t been hit by a vector arrow but there is always a first time.

Maybe vector arrows are invisible?  Maybe I’ve already been hit by one?

That would explain this sense of displacement that has been hanging over me like a bad neon sign with half the letters missing and a squadron of dead flies laying underneath it.  It’s the vector arrow’s fault.  Mystery solved.


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The Miracle Morning: The Not-So-Obvious Secret Guaranteed to Transform Your Life (Before 8AM)
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