I know, I know, two wordy personal posts in one day, but I gotta say this…

Do you ever have those days that freak you out into believing-like-you-did-when-you-were-a-little-kid that you’re actually either the center of the universe or Truman from The Truman Show?

Such a good movie. Anyway, the reason I bring this up is that I was waiting at the end of a long line of people to speak to someone about something (vagueness intended) and all of a sudden a loud voice comes out of nowhere: “What do you need?” I glance over and the woman is actually talking to me, the person at the end of the long line. I point at myself and quietly squeak out, “me?” and she raises her eyebrows. She’s behind one of those half-height doors that clearly states “NO ENTRY BEYOND THIS POINT, MOTHERFUCKER!” (or something like that) so I quietly say “how do I get to you?” while I gesture at the sign. She just keeps staring at me, so I go through the little door and I tell her what I need. She helps me, I go back through the little door, then one of the other people in the big long line asks me if I just got helped with the same thing she needed help with. I look down at what’s in her hand and I answer: “Yah, yah, yah!” while I hold the forbotten door open for her.

What was that all about? In and out in less than 5 minutes. I don’t get it when that happens. Was it the NY baseball hat? The <GEEK> shirt? My “TAKE ME SERIOUSLY OR I’LL FUCK YOU UP” glasses? Did I look out of place? Or, … am I Truman?

Also, I’d just like to acknowledge my buddy Karl who is trying to quit smoking at the same time as having a bout of depression. I mentioned on his blog that I’ve never had to quit smoking (because no matter how many cigarettes I’ve smoked in my lifetime I never did it “right” so that I’d get addicted… and I never got addicted) but I have been severely depressed. Suicidal. Many times. Not lately, because my depression when I’ve had it lately has just been the sleepy “I always have to miss someone and that sucks, oh and I don’t have my life altogether but at least I’m with the man I love the most on the entire planet so STFU about being depressed” depression that I can shake off with a hug. I’m guessing Karl needs more than a hug. I’m sorry to single you out, sweetie, but I’m worried about you so me posting here means you’re not allowed to fall deep into the abyss. Because I said so. And apparently I’m the center of the universe so you do what I say. :grins: