I fell asleep early, woke up and looked at my laptop and realized I’d written this one solitary line of a blog entry I’d never finished…
“I’m pretty disappointed with everyone I know in KC”
I wasn’t talking about work. Work is fine. It’s more like I’m just disappointed with everyone else. Everyone is just sort of, you know, the same.
It can’t be a coincidence that the people I get along with the best also watch little/no TV.
On a related note: today I was in a hurry so I walked into McDonald’s to get some stuff to go for lunch. I went in at the height of the rush hour. The seating area of this McDonald’s was basically split in half with the walkway to the counter between the two sides. One side had a TV blasting some commercials. The other side did not. Everyone was crammed into this one side, all generally facing the TV. Seriously, the other side was empty except for an older gentleman reading a newspaper.
I’ve had a lot of uncomfortable McDonald’s moments. One of the greatest was last August when I went there to get coffee and stood in line behind 3 of the most impatient, most unhappy-looking, most casually dressed men I have seen in Columbia. Not only did they look the same, but when one guy would give a “this is taking too long” kind of impatient sigh, the other two would chime in albeit in their own way.
I took a picture of it with my phone. I still have it. It makes me smile because at that instant I resolved to get the hell out of Columbia no matter what, which I did 4 months later.
I’m oddly excited about changing my phone number. It’s just like changing my email address; it severs a symbolic link between myself and those people who I no longer wish to be in contact with. It makes contacting me a non-option and I can’t be a backup plan or fairweather friend to them anymore.
