Hypothetical Mind Heaves
Work has already become a stranger enterprise. Lately, what with the weather being freezing or raining or pooring or all of those at once, Starbucks has been slightly less busy than the last couple of weeks. Particularly in the time before the Sun has risen completely. I think it is as simple as people considering stopping, then remembering how cold it is out side the car and deciding on fuck-it. No shame in that. So...what this means is that I get sent home early. While I have been vehemently reassured that this is not a punishment, I have eight odd years of jobs where such a thing even once is not at all a good sign. I don't think that they are lieing to me, but I still have a hard time beleving them. Just my suspicious nature.
I feel the freedom to speak of the following matters candidly because I am relativly sure that there would be no prying eyes. Should I proven wrong then oh well. The worst that could happen is that a very respectable person might want to fight me and rumors may fly. Oh well. It would not be that hard to avoid Pete's for a while.
I spent the majority of this afternoon, sober (I know, what the fuck, right?) Walking around my old haunts in Novato with my young friend Sam. I like him very much. He is amiable and smart and fun. I still have small internal conflicts with spending time around people that are five years younger than me but he is hip enough to pass. Among the many things we talked about rangeing from bathroom construction to ranch dressing recipes there was some brief conversation about a mutual aquaintance named...well lets call him T. This is fitting because my thoughts are purely speculative and he has a reputation and such. Also, that makes you think of Mr.T. While the person in question has no resembelence what so ever, Mr.T is awsome.
Some comments made by a Pete's personality named Trevor seem to suggest that T. might be in the closet or at least questioning his sexuality. There is anecdotal evidence that he may have even made some time with the ever loathsome Joe King. King, since most probably don't know him, is almost universally disliked for his personality. He looks somewhat like a pudgie troll wrapped in a seemingly endless suply of Metallica hoodies. The wardrobe alone inspired my disdane before I have occasion to talk to him. Speaking only confirmed his awfulness. He is very foul mouthed and cock obsessed. Personally I find this to make him more creepy than gay. In face while I am pretty sure he is gay, he isn't. He had just another dimension to his revolting wretchedness. The thought of King and T. in the same bed is particularly nausiating because T. is soft spoken, well manored, and while not the best dresser a chunk of eye candy none the less.
Trevor said something about the this on the topic of Joe King, because Trollio (King) has made so many ass related comments to Trevor. I am surprised this never resulted in some form of public ass kicking. Maybe if we are lucky it will some day. Trevor, to give him his due, is a funny, attractive skater-hick. I know that is a strange mix, but it is the best way to describe him. The thing that he said that bears mention is that, "I have no problem with gay people, as long as they keep their stuff away from me." In straight boy language this translates best to, "Gays can live their lives, and live them well as long as I am NEVER confronted with their presence." My observation of the social strata of the Pete's and its people is tertiary at best. I does appear that Trevor and T. are friends though.
So since I have tangented into the lower atmophere somewhere, Sam mentioned how much it would suck for T. to actually be gay. He would almost undoubtedly loose all his friends. In my good fortune I have never been surrounded by people who would reject me for somthing to stupid. It gave me pause to consider that situation since I know the person who it may or may not apply to. He has a face to me rather than a statistic or article. That is a shitty place to live.
My potential regret, again assuming that there is any truth to any of this at all, and assuming that I was around in some way when his friends hypothetically reject him is that while I would happilly offer him friendship it would amount to nothing. For how little I know him I hold him in high regard but there is nothing that my world could offer him or that he would want.
So, this is a COMPLETELY hypothetical thought process, more like a stream of conciousness, it is just that for the first time ever I think, I felt a small pang of the urge to protect some one who socially is more like a competitor in the way that a hyena competes with a lion on the basis that they were gay. It is the most hypothetically close I have ever felt the the gay "comunity". In my version of a proper world there would be no community in that sense because homosexuality is not worth batting an eyelash over anyway.
I feel the freedom to speak of the following matters candidly because I am relativly sure that there would be no prying eyes. Should I proven wrong then oh well. The worst that could happen is that a very respectable person might want to fight me and rumors may fly. Oh well. It would not be that hard to avoid Pete's for a while.
I spent the majority of this afternoon, sober (I know, what the fuck, right?) Walking around my old haunts in Novato with my young friend Sam. I like him very much. He is amiable and smart and fun. I still have small internal conflicts with spending time around people that are five years younger than me but he is hip enough to pass. Among the many things we talked about rangeing from bathroom construction to ranch dressing recipes there was some brief conversation about a mutual aquaintance named...well lets call him T. This is fitting because my thoughts are purely speculative and he has a reputation and such. Also, that makes you think of Mr.T. While the person in question has no resembelence what so ever, Mr.T is awsome.
Some comments made by a Pete's personality named Trevor seem to suggest that T. might be in the closet or at least questioning his sexuality. There is anecdotal evidence that he may have even made some time with the ever loathsome Joe King. King, since most probably don't know him, is almost universally disliked for his personality. He looks somewhat like a pudgie troll wrapped in a seemingly endless suply of Metallica hoodies. The wardrobe alone inspired my disdane before I have occasion to talk to him. Speaking only confirmed his awfulness. He is very foul mouthed and cock obsessed. Personally I find this to make him more creepy than gay. In face while I am pretty sure he is gay, he isn't. He had just another dimension to his revolting wretchedness. The thought of King and T. in the same bed is particularly nausiating because T. is soft spoken, well manored, and while not the best dresser a chunk of eye candy none the less.
Trevor said something about the this on the topic of Joe King, because Trollio (King) has made so many ass related comments to Trevor. I am surprised this never resulted in some form of public ass kicking. Maybe if we are lucky it will some day. Trevor, to give him his due, is a funny, attractive skater-hick. I know that is a strange mix, but it is the best way to describe him. The thing that he said that bears mention is that, "I have no problem with gay people, as long as they keep their stuff away from me." In straight boy language this translates best to, "Gays can live their lives, and live them well as long as I am NEVER confronted with their presence." My observation of the social strata of the Pete's and its people is tertiary at best. I does appear that Trevor and T. are friends though.
So since I have tangented into the lower atmophere somewhere, Sam mentioned how much it would suck for T. to actually be gay. He would almost undoubtedly loose all his friends. In my good fortune I have never been surrounded by people who would reject me for somthing to stupid. It gave me pause to consider that situation since I know the person who it may or may not apply to. He has a face to me rather than a statistic or article. That is a shitty place to live.
My potential regret, again assuming that there is any truth to any of this at all, and assuming that I was around in some way when his friends hypothetically reject him is that while I would happilly offer him friendship it would amount to nothing. For how little I know him I hold him in high regard but there is nothing that my world could offer him or that he would want.
So, this is a COMPLETELY hypothetical thought process, more like a stream of conciousness, it is just that for the first time ever I think, I felt a small pang of the urge to protect some one who socially is more like a competitor in the way that a hyena competes with a lion on the basis that they were gay. It is the most hypothetically close I have ever felt the the gay "comunity". In my version of a proper world there would be no community in that sense because homosexuality is not worth batting an eyelash over anyway.