You know, days that make you wonder-
what is UP with the world?
Day one: Democracy.
Wake up discombobulated, dreams like real-life, uncanny feeling I've been through lucid-dream torture. Gradually.
Lots of coffee
The one event excited for in the day - preview of a play I want to see, badly-- cancelled-- no big deal
All the better to get an earlier start to an orientation-of-sorts meeting
on arrival the head of the company says:
“None of us need to worry about the law.
As long as you don’t break it, you don’t have to think about the law at all!”
Day Two: Elementary Revisited.
Insomnia win.
My mind, perhaps intrinsically scared of the 5 AM dream anthology
which stands in the corner lurking, rebels.
Daytime, not terrible, but lack of sleep obvious.
Evening, I go to a wonderful meeting with fun, interesting people.
Walking out, happy, elated.
Planning to catch the bus home, it's cold outside, and I dive into the convenience store for a second and flip through a magazine.
I hear someone yelling,
no YELLING, at me.
"You gonna to buy that?'
This takes a while to register,
as I usually associate yelling with a fire or an emergency.
Livid, I end up having an argument with the guy (who's probably twenty years younger than me but thinks I'm younger than he is, maybe?) working behind the counter.
And I
hate arguing with a passion.
Because of my past, or maybe because of being in situations living abroad where discrimination is more apparent than it is in the US,
I stand up for myself when I feel my rights are being violated.
For better or worse.
I dislike any sort of hard feelings, but I also dislike people who don't think past their nose.
Most of all I dislike my own angry self.
On the way home, I see a friendly face on the bus.
A saving grace, kindred spirit,
a reminder.
Hope, gentleness, an understanding of the human condition.
This is something we all know well.
Not something learned.
