These last few days have served to remind me that I am indeed a resident of Olympia, as the rain has come and surely will persist through May. I'm not sure exactly why Oly has the worst weather on the sound. Maybe it's the geography, or the water, the low pressure mixing with the high, or maybe it's simply the attitude of inhabitants that brings about monsoons and all around gloominess 24/7. On Monday I did not see the sun until 5:46 pm, aint that some shit? (Kale don't comment, I know you have it worse but just let me have this one)
Melencholy thoughts all around on this wednesday morning for some reason. It could be that all my friends have left me, or will leave me, for in a couple three weeks my only company will likely be pickles, and sometimes I think the only reason she hangs around is due to the fact I provide her food.
There are times when I see redeeming qualities in the populace and I think, shit, humanity may make it after all. But most of the time I'm sure we're fucked. An example occured today in the post office. I got into my backpack to get out the piece of mail I was sending when I heard someone talking about me from behind. I had my headphones in my ears, but was not listening to music, so they must have assumed I could'nt hear them. Anyway they said something about me not being in line (I moved over about a foot to lean by backpack on a counter so I could retrieve my parcel). I turned toward them and obviosly caught them off guard and asked if they would like to go in front of me (being genuine). And the ladies formed like Voltron into a super-mega bitch, talking mad shit about how I was cutting in line. Keep in mind that she clearly showed up after me. Some guy behind them in line was like "what's with the argument" to which I replied "I don't know." I turned and ignored the beastly bitches, my heart pumping, and waited to mail my letter. I thought people were supposed to be nice to one another in generall, especially in such a depressing place as the post office. I mean, it's like being a POW with someone, Isn't there supposed to be some basic form of congeniality between people? I guess not.
Anyway, today is my day off from work which means, as usuall, that I am called in to cover someone elses shift (which I was earlier, like clockwork). But at least I had a legitamate excuse; I am meeting with someone my professor recommended to help me with my writing. I hope this person can help me, as I would love to be a better writer, but having never met this person there remains some doubt in my mind. The more I think about it, the more I'm sure that writing would be the career best suited for me. Maybe I need to have a succession of adventures and write about it like Kerouac, or seclude myself in a small cabin in the woods like Thoreau, or maybe just drink like a fish and fail to hold down any real job like Bukowski. At any rate, I think a day at the office comprised of writing in front of a screen suits my dispositoin just fine.
After the meeting it's homework time, followed by the food bank with SQ, (ain't being poor grand?) followed by petco to get mealworms for Zuke, then homework, homework, and more homework.
Is it summer yet?
kale is back
11 years ago
Randall,
ReplyDeleteTake my advice very carefully. Loneliness and melancholy are an important part of happiness. Living through lonely times, sad times, rainy times and dark times are the standard to which we measure the happy times, the sunshine, the love and glory of life. This is precisely why we Washingtonians are such amazing appreciators of summer time, we endure a long, dark, drizzly winter and when summer comes we blow our wads.
And as for you being a writer. I am continually amazed at your writing, your cynical realistic and insightful outakes on life are plenty good enough to be worthy of a career. The true trick of Jack, And Kesey, and Bukowski and Ginsburg and Robbins is their uncanny ability to get out of their heads on to paper exactly what they are thinking. And you have the internal voice dialed in so well already. The formailities are,...fucking formalities, just write your heart.
I love you buddy, I can't wait for summer either and I'm gonna call you tonight and make up for not returning your call last week.
Kaletron
Hey Randall,
ReplyDeleteI believe writing is right down your ally, I alway s said you have a perspective which gets others thinking, and that is what good writing is about. I am so glad school and everything is going well for you and things are moving in a great direction. Great Great Great.
In other news my Brother who just has three months left in Olympia needs to find a house ASAP, would you or anyone you know be willing to house a brotha'
Otherwise things for myself aren't the rosiest either, my girlfriend has pneumonia and right now after class I am hitching to Sibu to see her in the hospital, and a velcro strap on one of my favorit shoes ripped off in my hand, Crap.