I Wish That I Could Make This Stuff Up

I so wish that I had the imagination to create the bizarre scenes I witness on public transportation.

Earlier this evening, a mid-to-late 50's white gentleman with graying shoulder length hair and neatly cropped beard sat next to a 50-ish blind fellow. The long haired guy wore an old camel colored fedora, and a large yellow scarf worn fashionably by women of the same age group. As he sat with his legs crossed at the knee he fumbled with a Trader Joes bag, and eventually retrieved a large plastic container of dates. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a six inch switch blade. The blade glimmered a less than professional sharping. Dude stabbed dates one by one until he had his fill (roughy a dozen later). Everyone within view of him bore the same "WTF?" expression. Finished, he used his tongue as a napkin, and then politely interlocked his fingers over his knee.

*Oops, I almost forget the best part... He offered the blind man some of the dates. The man declined. Perverse me wanted him to say "yes," just so I could mark "Watching a blind man being fed dates with a switch blade" off of my bucket list.

Sleep-Les in Syracuse

*Times are approximate

9:45pm: I fell asleep.
12:23am: I awoke full of energy as if it were Friday morning.
12:24am-12:39am: I stared at ceiling.
12:49am-1:17am: I expertly refolded ever sweater that I own.
1:18am-1:43am: I got back into bed and stared at the NE corner of the ceiling.
1:44am-1:45am: I peed.
1:45am-1:48am: I stared at the jumble of scarves on the chair.
1:49am-2:11am: I expertly refolded ever scarf I own
2:11am-2:20am: I sat on the side of my bed admiring my sweater and scarf handiwork.
2:21am-2-29am: I coughed uncontrollably and made a cup of Ginger and Lemon tea. I sucked on a cough drop, but never drank the tea.
2:30am-3:00am: I thought about how much I hate beets, cauliflower, and Brussels sprouts.
Approx. 3:01am: I fell asleep again.
7:45am: I woke up for a 7:30am call.

The whole day I have had this same expression, partly because it is so cold, and majorly because it is my default.

I Get To Be Me

I woke up at 3:30a.m.. I have said before that this happens because the universe wants to have a discussion with me.

My late father used to tell me to quietly question Why a person offers negative information to you, about you. "So-n-so said this or that..." He believed that the person sharing had their own agenda.

Yesterday, I had three interactions that were unnecessarily negative/ugly. I won't take up more space in my brain by recounting and dissecting them here. I woke up with those situations on my mind. I hate that because it means they "got me." Anyway, my thoughts quickly led to an incident from a couple months ago... An acquaintance offered that "People don't like [me]." He added that I "appear too happy, and try to project too damn positive in my dress, speech, mannerisms." The person further added that people have their own lives and troubles, and get sick of seeing a guy "whistling along without a care in the world." For the record: I do not know how to whistle.

I smiled as I was told this in a tone that might have been confused with caring (Presently, I ignore this person, and he looks genuinely perplexed. He doesn't get it, which I won't make my responsibility). "I'm just letting you know what's up," he added as if I would give this matter my immediate attention and correction. I continued to smile as I am oft when caught in a situation so bizarre that I don't know what else to do.

No, I will not defend not giving up or trying to be positive. He and others like him get to be them, and I get to be me.

BTW, like everyone I have a full plate, and a lot of it is poop, I'm just still searching for condiments. 😂