Had a very very VERY strange evening which left me feeling emotionally weird inside.
A good friend of mine keeps getting promoted and going on about all of the women he's sleeping with, and then getting defensive when his roommate and I tease him about it. This of course only reflects his own insecurity, but it's kinda annoying when he insinuates my jealousy of my situation. A) I do not want to work in marketing, and B) After what I just went through with a woman, I want nothing to do with casual flings, not that I was one for that in the first place.
Anyway, before that, a neighborhood girl tried to sell us CutCo knives, but she also tried to do it by leaving passive notes saying that she needs help with something for school, and that was fairly strange.
Then, I saw a pretty sad horrific scene, a woman clutching her dead dog after it had just been hit by a car, with a crowd around her. There was a guy making a call on a phone, but I still stopped to ask if there was anything I could do to help. They said no, and all I could do was just say sorry. There's something sad and futile about situations like that, and I hate that feeling.
On the bus ride home, while I had had a few beers, I was surrounded entirely by children, and two obese women in the back of the bus. On my way off the bus, one of the women, got very close and friendly, and admittedly... I was terrified. Flattered, but mostly scared.
There were some lesser strange things throughout the day, but those were the biggies in the evening.
I went home, fell forward on my bed, and immediately slept.
A good friend of mine keeps getting promoted and going on about all of the women he's sleeping with, and then getting defensive when his roommate and I tease him about it. This of course only reflects his own insecurity, but it's kinda annoying when he insinuates my jealousy of my situation. A) I do not want to work in marketing, and B) After what I just went through with a woman, I want nothing to do with casual flings, not that I was one for that in the first place.
Anyway, before that, a neighborhood girl tried to sell us CutCo knives, but she also tried to do it by leaving passive notes saying that she needs help with something for school, and that was fairly strange.
Then, I saw a pretty sad horrific scene, a woman clutching her dead dog after it had just been hit by a car, with a crowd around her. There was a guy making a call on a phone, but I still stopped to ask if there was anything I could do to help. They said no, and all I could do was just say sorry. There's something sad and futile about situations like that, and I hate that feeling.
On the bus ride home, while I had had a few beers, I was surrounded entirely by children, and two obese women in the back of the bus. On my way off the bus, one of the women, got very close and friendly, and admittedly... I was terrified. Flattered, but mostly scared.
There were some lesser strange things throughout the day, but those were the biggies in the evening.
I went home, fell forward on my bed, and immediately slept.
