SE signature harvesting
my, my, my it's so strange going door-to-door and harvesting signatures in my own neighborhood (inner se). Because now every time I'm off work and biking around or shopping or eating out or just walking the se streets I keep feeling like I've met every single person I see. Perhaps the most troubling truth is that at least 1 of 5 of the people I see just scraping their soles around I have seen, and seen inside of their house, and seen them just woken up, or just off work or just eating dinner or in any of the other circumstances that I find people in when I delve into the surprisingly personal realm of an unexpected knock. Although what I fear most is that they, who unlike me do not see at least 100 people at their doorsteps will remember me, the unexpected visitor, and thus will bias any other interaction I may have with them. Another thought: Because of the pitiful and power tiered nature of my harvest, I am compelled to bouts of fear and frustration upon these instances of pseudo deja vu because of what it may be supposed I do or do not know: did I knock while they were coming out of the shower?, were they expecting a lover and presented themselves with that assumption in mind?, were they overly generous, expecting perhaps a thankfulness on my part?, were they overly hostile and given time and space from the situation and upon reevaluation nervous or embarrassed?. All these things suddenly becoming a real and exciting, if not puzzling and nerve wracking, constant addition to my day-to-day off work existence. Of the life and times of the signature harvester. I hope this may give you a glimpse into the most mind shifting full time activity I have ever participated in sober.
Be Well my friends and neighbors,
Banjo Escort
Be Well my friends and neighbors,
Banjo Escort