Ya so I'm now officially back to my old self. I was feeling a little out of sorts for one reason or another. This or that state of affairs was a bit coercive to my positive disposition. At first I thought it was loneliness. Then I thought maybe it was a first trimester life crisis. And even now, I can't definitively say what the problem was, though I have my suspicions. Whatever the problem was, however, C Dub doesn't give in mentally. Sometimes you have to remind yourself of the fact. It isn't that it's some self delusion as much as a decision to not let yourself be beaten by circumstance. And there you go. I think the main thing is I needed to sober up. After getting off the boat, I may have indulged in a few ways more than was absolutely necessary.
That being said, here we are. And let me tell ya. Seattle is a beautiful place to just...breath in. The douchebaggery/smugginess/automoton-like adherence to all things progressive is just...Mwuah. That perfect mix of all the right ingredients. And I have the perfect example. I was speaking to a very close friend of mine who I shouldn't disclose named Briana who may or may not have been an observer on our boat. It went like this...
I had what I thought was a doctor's appointment this afternoon at one in the P. Called a cab. After a short wait of forty minutes a cab got there and we were off. Now, there was a lot going on today that deserves to be shared. But the coup de grace was on the elevator at the hospital. I'd just realized I was at the wrong place. The scheduler didn't specify that I wasn't going to the same place I'd been going. Whatev, no biggie. I get on the elevator and this guy kind of a thing is there. I can't say he was particularly guy-like, but he had some stubble on his face and narrow hips etc. And he was freaking out saying, "Oh my God! I'm so confused! It says 'two' on the elevator and we're on the third floor! But I guess maybe that is just on the elevator?" He was talking about the stencil in the elevator. The one that indicates which car it is. It doesn't change. At all.
I don't mean to make fun of the guy. It's not my style. I appreciated his extroverted approach to the situation. It was just so funny seeing this guy out of sorts for such a silly reason. Like if you were walking down the street and saw an address on a building and were confused that it didn't tell you what time it was. Love it.
And then I went down to the main entrance to get my cab to the place where my appointment really was. I don't want to get into the merciless ineptitude of the cab companies out here. I will say that I called for my first cab at noon and didn't catch my last cab till 2.30. So it took about two hours to get two cabs in a city over run with cabs. Anyway, I'm down in the lobby area and this clown at the desk asks me if I have to check in. I said no. I'm waiting for my cab. Should just be a minute. It wasn't a lie, I didn't know how long it would take.
But the guy is looking like he doesn't want me to be there? I don't know. So I said to him, 'I could sit outside if you'd prefer'. It was pouring rain, but he managed to miss my sarcasm and said, "Oh. Well it's raining so I guess it's ok." Thanks bud. \m/
Anyway, I don't want to get into what I see as deficiencies in the character of, if not the mean Seattle resident, the mode resident. People are people wherever you go. It was just kind of funny to me to see this happening. And the rain. It has not stopped since I've been here. It's amazing how different people who are no different in terms of pre-disposition to someone like myself and others in the world can be so different. It was like a scene from a futurist's dream. The future. It's here. So ya I'm a little buzzed from a few drinks and it's still soooo stoopid. But no one cares or reads so there you go. Ha!
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