Envy: The Great Collectivizing Force
When I woke up between dreams in the middle of last night, I understood the True Meaning of Human Existence.
You should write this down, I told myself.
But, of course, I didn’t.
This morning, all I can remember is that envy is the great collectivizing force.
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Today, I’ve gotta start hammering out the details of the upcoming California Turkey Day trip.
The Last Mile Dilemma is considerably more complicated on this side of the river, so far away from public transportation. Do I take the New Paltz bus into the Port Authority & trek to LaGuardia from there? Or do I try to get to Beacon, hop MetroNorth, & arrive in Grand Central Station, a much easier jump via subway & the free-ee-ee Q70 bus?
And how do I deal with getting back? My plane gets back to LaGuardia after dark.
And I’ve gotta book a hotel room for the night before I fly back ‘cause I had to book an early morning flight from SJC (so I don’t get back at 2 in the morning,) & I’m not gonna make Ichabod wake up at 3 in the morning to drive me.
And I have to arrange for cat sitters…
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It’s all very, very daunting. And oddly humiliating because I keep butting up against the thought: If you were a normal human being & not A COMPLETE FUCKING FAILURE, you’d have a partner, or a sidekick, or a wingman who’d be eager to help you with logistics.
Which, of course, is not necessarily true.
But never miss out on an opportunity to beat up on yourself, right?
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I suppose the smart thing to do would be to ask Belinda if I can spend departure & arrival nights at her house in Hyde Park, a mere four miles away from MetroNorth.
I hate like hell to ask for favors like this. The Emily Post neurons embedded in my medulla oblongata say, It is the height of rudeness to invite oneself to someone’s home!
Though I strongly suspect Belinda would be perfectly fine granting the favor.
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In other news, LiveJournal is telling me my paid account is about to expire.
I would renew my account if I could but American credit cards will not process Russian transactions.
In acknowledgement of this fact, Russian-owned LJ has already extended my paid account three times for free-ee-eee. But I’m not sure they will do it again, and I absolutely loathe the aesthetics of the free LJ accounts. And, of course, LJ posts are only a mirror of my Dreamwidth journal.
There was a reason why I made Dreamwidth my online journal home: the Russian regime’s oppression of gay people.
So, why do I mirror my DW journal on LJ?
'Cause there are people I like and would miss on LJ who don’t frequent DW.
Nonetheless, I’m thinking that when my current “paid” LJ subscription expires, I’m gonna stop mirroring and delete the LJ account.
You should write this down, I told myself.
But, of course, I didn’t.
This morning, all I can remember is that envy is the great collectivizing force.
###
Today, I’ve gotta start hammering out the details of the upcoming California Turkey Day trip.
The Last Mile Dilemma is considerably more complicated on this side of the river, so far away from public transportation. Do I take the New Paltz bus into the Port Authority & trek to LaGuardia from there? Or do I try to get to Beacon, hop MetroNorth, & arrive in Grand Central Station, a much easier jump via subway & the free-ee-ee Q70 bus?
And how do I deal with getting back? My plane gets back to LaGuardia after dark.
And I’ve gotta book a hotel room for the night before I fly back ‘cause I had to book an early morning flight from SJC (so I don’t get back at 2 in the morning,) & I’m not gonna make Ichabod wake up at 3 in the morning to drive me.
And I have to arrange for cat sitters…
###
It’s all very, very daunting. And oddly humiliating because I keep butting up against the thought: If you were a normal human being & not A COMPLETE FUCKING FAILURE, you’d have a partner, or a sidekick, or a wingman who’d be eager to help you with logistics.
Which, of course, is not necessarily true.
But never miss out on an opportunity to beat up on yourself, right?
###
I suppose the smart thing to do would be to ask Belinda if I can spend departure & arrival nights at her house in Hyde Park, a mere four miles away from MetroNorth.
I hate like hell to ask for favors like this. The Emily Post neurons embedded in my medulla oblongata say, It is the height of rudeness to invite oneself to someone’s home!
Though I strongly suspect Belinda would be perfectly fine granting the favor.
###
In other news, LiveJournal is telling me my paid account is about to expire.
I would renew my account if I could but American credit cards will not process Russian transactions.
In acknowledgement of this fact, Russian-owned LJ has already extended my paid account three times for free-ee-eee. But I’m not sure they will do it again, and I absolutely loathe the aesthetics of the free LJ accounts. And, of course, LJ posts are only a mirror of my Dreamwidth journal.
There was a reason why I made Dreamwidth my online journal home: the Russian regime’s oppression of gay people.
So, why do I mirror my DW journal on LJ?
'Cause there are people I like and would miss on LJ who don’t frequent DW.
Nonetheless, I’m thinking that when my current “paid” LJ subscription expires, I’m gonna stop mirroring and delete the LJ account.