Tales from the ‘bucks.
Day Eleven.
Corner table, double tall sugar free soy latte next to me. The usual morning people nearby, I don’t see anybody I recognize, the old guy who gets the window table isn’t here yet and the firefighters who are the only other regulars I recognize are probably off saving lives, or making Chili, or whatever firemen do.
So, I sit here listening to Sting, and I think I just had a moment with the lady sitting at the next table over. She’s got a notepad and is writing; she looked over at me as I looked over at her and went back to writing. I kind of hope she’s doing exactly what I’m doing, just jotting down stuff in her life and I got a cameo.
We all get cameos in other people’s lives.
Which is an interesting point, I have about 200 people who can read this stuff, about maybe fifty will, of those fifty maybe 30 are people who for better or worse my actions have had a primary affect on. (My actions affect everybody, but usually on the butterfly wing beat level.) But a lot more have had a cameo appearance in my life, I’ve seen people in the outside, (where the evil daystar burns) and they are dead ringers for people. I worked with this girl who was the spitting image of madamjolie, Haemony looks just like one of my friends Suze, msanborn was best friends with the girl who I used to fight with all the time when I was 10, there are people I see all the time who I could swear are people who I read who live half a continent away.
This leads me to a theory that I don’t really believe, there are only 1000 people you ever get to meet in your life, once you get to meet them all, the Powers recycle them, different wigs, different weights, different clothing and makeup, all of them are used over and over and over. A girl who looks like ijk is sitting at another table chatting on a cell phone. Of course the fact that I’ve been to places with more then 1000 people at a time disproves this, but with my memory you could throw the same people in my face over and over and over and I would probably forget them all.
I’ve always been fascinated by social interactions, probably because as a kid I had a horrible time making friends, I was offputting and odd and frankly a bit of a dick even then. So I tried to map them out, to analyze them, like some odd twelve year old armchair sociologist, I even used LJ for this a few times, the bob_dot_com stuff, (Well the non begging for Boob pictures stuff), the friend_whoring experiment. It is still odd to see how friends link up and line up, to watch the spiderwebs of friends and friends of friends, to see how certain nodes and cancers in the system distort results. I wouldn’t know a ton of you if it weren’t for a certain one of those; or would I, would it heal back over, would I have had the pleasure of talking to people from Palm Beach if it was only based on common interests or location, or is it all just drama related? Does it really all matter in the long run? Will it all mean a thing in a thousand years?
I always have a hard time ending these things. I usually end up with more questions then answers, I want to just drop this cold for today and read any thoughts any of you have.
In other news, I think I have another 14 hour shift today, thank the lord for overtime, because it’s the only way I can justify this addiction. Of course once the overtime is gone, I’ll find another way to justify it, because that’s what I do.
Corner table, double tall sugar free soy latte next to me. The usual morning people nearby, I don’t see anybody I recognize, the old guy who gets the window table isn’t here yet and the firefighters who are the only other regulars I recognize are probably off saving lives, or making Chili, or whatever firemen do.
So, I sit here listening to Sting, and I think I just had a moment with the lady sitting at the next table over. She’s got a notepad and is writing; she looked over at me as I looked over at her and went back to writing. I kind of hope she’s doing exactly what I’m doing, just jotting down stuff in her life and I got a cameo.
We all get cameos in other people’s lives.
Which is an interesting point, I have about 200 people who can read this stuff, about maybe fifty will, of those fifty maybe 30 are people who for better or worse my actions have had a primary affect on. (My actions affect everybody, but usually on the butterfly wing beat level.) But a lot more have had a cameo appearance in my life, I’ve seen people in the outside, (where the evil daystar burns) and they are dead ringers for people. I worked with this girl who was the spitting image of madamjolie, Haemony looks just like one of my friends Suze, msanborn was best friends with the girl who I used to fight with all the time when I was 10, there are people I see all the time who I could swear are people who I read who live half a continent away.
This leads me to a theory that I don’t really believe, there are only 1000 people you ever get to meet in your life, once you get to meet them all, the Powers recycle them, different wigs, different weights, different clothing and makeup, all of them are used over and over and over. A girl who looks like ijk is sitting at another table chatting on a cell phone. Of course the fact that I’ve been to places with more then 1000 people at a time disproves this, but with my memory you could throw the same people in my face over and over and over and I would probably forget them all.
I’ve always been fascinated by social interactions, probably because as a kid I had a horrible time making friends, I was offputting and odd and frankly a bit of a dick even then. So I tried to map them out, to analyze them, like some odd twelve year old armchair sociologist, I even used LJ for this a few times, the bob_dot_com stuff, (Well the non begging for Boob pictures stuff), the friend_whoring experiment. It is still odd to see how friends link up and line up, to watch the spiderwebs of friends and friends of friends, to see how certain nodes and cancers in the system distort results. I wouldn’t know a ton of you if it weren’t for a certain one of those; or would I, would it heal back over, would I have had the pleasure of talking to people from Palm Beach if it was only based on common interests or location, or is it all just drama related? Does it really all matter in the long run? Will it all mean a thing in a thousand years?
I always have a hard time ending these things. I usually end up with more questions then answers, I want to just drop this cold for today and read any thoughts any of you have.
In other news, I think I have another 14 hour shift today, thank the lord for overtime, because it’s the only way I can justify this addiction. Of course once the overtime is gone, I’ll find another way to justify it, because that’s what I do.