Dissin' My Girl
Oct. 22nd, 2004 07:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
So ABC, in all of their marketing goodness, have decided to replay the last two episodes of Lost on Saturday beginning at 8/7 Central. Someone up there (the head of entertainment at ABC most likely) is looking out for me. :)
I've been feeling a little better lately; I'm being kind of dogged about getting more/better sleep and I've been talking to one or two people about the situation. Things look better in the short-term, but I'm wary of saying "problem solved." We'll see how things happen over time. I'm...guardedly optimistic.
Yesterday at the Bookshop there was pretty much no work to do except lazy busy-work. I had to mylar (you know when dust jackets are covered in that shiny clear plastic? Yeah, that's me!) and repair dust jackets, but someone had already done that for me. More than likely, it was H., because she can get kind of manic when she's at work. Oddly enough, her work life is a lot less stressful than her home life. More on that later, perhaps.
Anyway, this girl comes up whom I've recognized before, and she grabs one of the tiny books we have on the table and starts reading. After an hour or two of this she comes up and asks me a few questions. Eventually we get around to discussing Baltimore; I was raised there, she spent some time in Americorps there. We start reminiscing about downtown, I share my best mugging story, we kind of hit it off.
We talk a little bit about religion. She goes to the Christian Fellowship a little ways off from Dickson St., but she doesn't consider herself of any particular denomination. She believes in the Bible whole-heartedly and thinks it's pretty much the only right way to work out salvation. All right, cool. I tell her about what attracts me to the mystical aspects of religion and spirituality; the personally-forged path, the deeper understanding of what it means to commune with the Divine, the constant balance between faith and doubt that must be maintained. I don't think she trucks with that kind of nonsense, but we didn't really get into a good debate about it because she backed off and changed the subject. I don't want to sound egotistical but I think the whole conversation just got too...strong for her.
We talk a little bit about nudity. I spent some time one summer with a couple of furs who were pretty much nudists and she sounds kind of shocked and dismayed. ;) There was a book that featured female nudity and she flipped out a bit. It was really endearing, in a way. :) Still...wow, there was this whole other side of myself that I didn't present because I didn't think she would take it well. I'm not very good at judging these things but I *think* she was flirting with me. She wants to be friends, anyway, so there'll be time to tell her all about my sinful ways, I guess. <:) Anyway, she invited herself along to me and Odis' weekly sitdowns on Thursday nights. When Odis came in to pick me up he did his usual "Let's offend the new guy!" routine of introducing himself, with a side of pimping his art and craft in for good measure. I knew she was embarrassed and a little offended, but she worked hard not to show it, *especially* since I *warned* her he was going to do exactly that. We parted ways when the store closed and she made the suggestion that we should hang out. I gave her my number so she could call, and only this morning did I realize that it was probably a bad thing to do. :P We'll see how *that* works out. (Tube, get me that thing so she'll uh, know I'm spoken for. (And yes, I *do* plan on telling her next time we meet.)) Also got a bit of writing in yesterday. I like the situation, but I don't know where it's going to go. It's pretty much a shrinking story featuring me and a friend, but I decided to cut me out because I've gotten increasingly uncomfortable with inserting myself into my own fiction. It just strikes me as egotistical and lame. There are a *lot* of people who do that with their own stories, and it works fine for them, don't get me wrong, but I just don't wanna go out like that. I get the feeling people are going to hate me anyways. Just when you think you've righted yourself, life has this sickeningly accurate way of throwing more shit to knock you for a loop. Ah, figured that out, have you, well, how about THIS??!? Mwahahahahahahahahahah!! Bastard.
I've been feeling a little better lately; I'm being kind of dogged about getting more/better sleep and I've been talking to one or two people about the situation. Things look better in the short-term, but I'm wary of saying "problem solved." We'll see how things happen over time. I'm...guardedly optimistic.
Yesterday at the Bookshop there was pretty much no work to do except lazy busy-work. I had to mylar (you know when dust jackets are covered in that shiny clear plastic? Yeah, that's me!) and repair dust jackets, but someone had already done that for me. More than likely, it was H., because she can get kind of manic when she's at work. Oddly enough, her work life is a lot less stressful than her home life. More on that later, perhaps.
Anyway, this girl comes up whom I've recognized before, and she grabs one of the tiny books we have on the table and starts reading. After an hour or two of this she comes up and asks me a few questions. Eventually we get around to discussing Baltimore; I was raised there, she spent some time in Americorps there. We start reminiscing about downtown, I share my best mugging story, we kind of hit it off.
We talk a little bit about religion. She goes to the Christian Fellowship a little ways off from Dickson St., but she doesn't consider herself of any particular denomination. She believes in the Bible whole-heartedly and thinks it's pretty much the only right way to work out salvation. All right, cool. I tell her about what attracts me to the mystical aspects of religion and spirituality; the personally-forged path, the deeper understanding of what it means to commune with the Divine, the constant balance between faith and doubt that must be maintained. I don't think she trucks with that kind of nonsense, but we didn't really get into a good debate about it because she backed off and changed the subject. I don't want to sound egotistical but I think the whole conversation just got too...strong for her.
We talk a little bit about nudity. I spent some time one summer with a couple of furs who were pretty much nudists and she sounds kind of shocked and dismayed. ;) There was a book that featured female nudity and she flipped out a bit. It was really endearing, in a way. :) Still...wow, there was this whole other side of myself that I didn't present because I didn't think she would take it well. I'm not very good at judging these things but I *think* she was flirting with me. She wants to be friends, anyway, so there'll be time to tell her all about my sinful ways, I guess. <:) Anyway, she invited herself along to me and Odis' weekly sitdowns on Thursday nights. When Odis came in to pick me up he did his usual "Let's offend the new guy!" routine of introducing himself, with a side of pimping his art and craft in for good measure. I knew she was embarrassed and a little offended, but she worked hard not to show it, *especially* since I *warned* her he was going to do exactly that. We parted ways when the store closed and she made the suggestion that we should hang out. I gave her my number so she could call, and only this morning did I realize that it was probably a bad thing to do. :P We'll see how *that* works out. (Tube, get me that thing so she'll uh, know I'm spoken for. (And yes, I *do* plan on telling her next time we meet.)) Also got a bit of writing in yesterday. I like the situation, but I don't know where it's going to go. It's pretty much a shrinking story featuring me and a friend, but I decided to cut me out because I've gotten increasingly uncomfortable with inserting myself into my own fiction. It just strikes me as egotistical and lame. There are a *lot* of people who do that with their own stories, and it works fine for them, don't get me wrong, but I just don't wanna go out like that. I get the feeling people are going to hate me anyways. Just when you think you've righted yourself, life has this sickeningly accurate way of throwing more shit to knock you for a loop. Ah, figured that out, have you, well, how about THIS??!? Mwahahahahahahahahahah!! Bastard.
