Tuesday, May 19, 2009

the spit collector

there's this guy i see on the bus riding to work with me on most mornings. he's a fairly normal looking guy; probably in his mid-30's, wears sunglasses most days, has dark hair that he keeps slicked back, average height, business-casual. a while ago i noticed he would often make strange/loud snorting and throat-clearing noises. not abnormal, but after he does it every 1-2 minutes on a 25 minute bus ride from 1 foot away from you, it starts getting on your nerves.

one of these morning as i was looking at him with disdain out of the corner of my eye i noticed that he kept bringing his hand to his mouth when he would do his cough/snort/clearing thing. i kind of assumed he was just being courteous and covering his mouth. a week or so later and we're on the same bus again, within feet of each other, and i'm seeing his whole routine from a different angle. it turns out he's not just covering his cough, this is what he's REALLY doing:

he puts his hand to his mouth as if he's holding a whistle that he's about to blow, then he makes his throat noises and spits some saliva or phlegm out of his mouth onto his lower lip, then quickly snatches it up with his thumb/index finger and proceeds to wipe it on the inside of his pants pocket. and he does this A LOT.
maybe he does have some strange medical condition that causes a crazy amount of mucous to build up in his throat... i dunno.. but it's fucking gross.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

amsterdam, or not to amsterdam?

the only real reason i'm hesitating on going is the cost...   for some reason i find it hard to shell out (probably) about 2k for a trip, but i really should do it. i mean, when else will i have a good friend already over there that knows the area and would be a great tour-guide/travel-buddy. but on the other side of the coin, maybe i'm over-thinking things again, but i also imagine that i'll feel a little... behind? it's just that joe and the people who would be joining us have been living there for a year and are comfortable with the peoples and currency and ways to travel, and i'm going to be feeling totally lost and a bit left out. not that i think they're going to call me "dead weight" and leave me in a ditch on the side of the road, but yea... i over-think things.
i'm also wondering if the new-found anxiety i've gained over the past year will cause me to be cranky and anxious; or if maybe the trip will distract me from all the nonsense going on in my head. speaking of which, i'm never really consciously anxious about anything. i think i have more of a sub-conscious anxiety issue. maybe i should try hypno-therapy.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Dream -saturday night

this weekend i had a few strange dreams, sadly i only remembered chunks here and there for the most part, not really enough to write about. i just thought i'd share this one particular chunk that stuck out quite vividly:

i was in the den of my grandparent house, which is where the door to the basement is located. meanwhile in the outside world there was a zombie plague spreading like wildfire. i'm not sure who i was with, what we were doing, or what our plan was. i just know we were hunkered down in the den, hopefully formulating a plan.

then, out of nowhere a child-zombie busts open the basement door and makes a mad dash at one of us. we somehow managed to subdue him and then we did the next logical thing... we wrapped him tightly in paper-mache. surprisingly this worked really well, and he looked sort of like a zombie/mummy statue. next, it was decided that we needed to find a way to get information from our captive. although i'm not sure what we hoped to learn, other than, "ME WANT BRAAAAIIIIINS!!".

since zombies aren't all that articulate, one of us thought it would be a great idea to wad up some tissues and stick them into his nostrils. after letting the tissues stew in there for a few minutes we would remove them and decipher the meaning of the snots, as if they were egyptian hieroglyphics...   because that makes TOTAL sense.

that's about when i woke up.