Shake the Dust
Do you know the best part about living above a bar? There's always a subdued bass line going from about 3pm 'til 2am, and as the night goes on, you hear the occasional "whoo" or "ow!" (The good one, not the "oh shit that hurts!" one.) The sound is not obnoxious, nor is it particularly invasive, but should you decide to stay home on a Friday night, there's always a subtle reminder that makes you feel unpopular.
And it's not like I haven't done my fair share of going out since moving to Bellingham, but still, that persistent bass line can still make me feel like I'm sitting on a folding chair in the foyer of my high school multipurpose room clutching my hard plastic glass of punch while the big dance is going on without me.
My biggest reason for not going out tonight is due to a 4-hour "nap" I just finished. I slept from approximately 5:15pm to 9:15pm, which in all honesty is the WORST time to ever nap. You're straddling that line of "Should I just sleep through the night or not?" and once you are up (as I now am), going back to sleep doesn't seem to be an option for some time. I've never been a napper, but since coming to Bellingham and being gainfully unemployed combined with a 9am class that I usually make, it happens.
A couple of weeks ago I announced, through underhanded and emo methods of MySpace and Facebook, that for the first time in 3.5 years, I am single. It's been a very different adjustment and kind of threw a monkey wrench into my "getting settled in Bellingham" plans, but I think I'm finally getting acclimated. It really is probably for the best for both of us at this point, but I always thought of a break up prototypically as "Fuck you! Fuck you! It's over!" but that's certainly not the case in my situation.
The strange thing about being single again is that I'm a very different person now than I was 3 years ago. So instead of an old familiar feeling of "back to this again", it's almost an entirely new experience and I'm starting to realize I have options that haven't existed in a very long time. It's refreshing to be able to get to know someone without restrictions. Anything that allows me to not worry about my actions as much is usually a good thing. I'm still moody and temperamental now and again, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit exciting at the same time.
So last night Doug and I saw a spoken word poetry slam tour called "Solomon Sparrows Electric Whale Revival" featuring 5 poets and it was absolutely amazing. I don't know much of the medium, but it's extremely powerful to see it done well. Anything that makes you lean forward and grab the center of your shirt because it's just that gripping is powerful enough so that when I left, I just felt refreshed. Like a recharging of the soul.
So that and a slew of other things. I know I'm not good with the details, but I thought I'd give you a piece of where I am now. Bellingham's working out, it really is. Good month.
And it's not like I haven't done my fair share of going out since moving to Bellingham, but still, that persistent bass line can still make me feel like I'm sitting on a folding chair in the foyer of my high school multipurpose room clutching my hard plastic glass of punch while the big dance is going on without me.
My biggest reason for not going out tonight is due to a 4-hour "nap" I just finished. I slept from approximately 5:15pm to 9:15pm, which in all honesty is the WORST time to ever nap. You're straddling that line of "Should I just sleep through the night or not?" and once you are up (as I now am), going back to sleep doesn't seem to be an option for some time. I've never been a napper, but since coming to Bellingham and being gainfully unemployed combined with a 9am class that I usually make, it happens.
A couple of weeks ago I announced, through underhanded and emo methods of MySpace and Facebook, that for the first time in 3.5 years, I am single. It's been a very different adjustment and kind of threw a monkey wrench into my "getting settled in Bellingham" plans, but I think I'm finally getting acclimated. It really is probably for the best for both of us at this point, but I always thought of a break up prototypically as "Fuck you! Fuck you! It's over!" but that's certainly not the case in my situation.
The strange thing about being single again is that I'm a very different person now than I was 3 years ago. So instead of an old familiar feeling of "back to this again", it's almost an entirely new experience and I'm starting to realize I have options that haven't existed in a very long time. It's refreshing to be able to get to know someone without restrictions. Anything that allows me to not worry about my actions as much is usually a good thing. I'm still moody and temperamental now and again, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit exciting at the same time.
So last night Doug and I saw a spoken word poetry slam tour called "Solomon Sparrows Electric Whale Revival" featuring 5 poets and it was absolutely amazing. I don't know much of the medium, but it's extremely powerful to see it done well. Anything that makes you lean forward and grab the center of your shirt because it's just that gripping is powerful enough so that when I left, I just felt refreshed. Like a recharging of the soul.
So that and a slew of other things. I know I'm not good with the details, but I thought I'd give you a piece of where I am now. Bellingham's working out, it really is. Good month.