Part of a series from the travelog of my trip to Seattle in October 2022. Up and at-em at 8:30, spontaneously. I think my body clock is adjusting. Rather, it didn’t. Pulled a late one — sobering up from going to sleep at 1:30. Oops. Granola bar and uncomfortable shower in a dim bathroom. I’ve …
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Get Snippy
Some people, unless you’re watchful, will sit down at your table, grab the thread of conversation, and tie it to the mile of twine they have bunched up in the baggage at their feet. There’s no end in sight, and no goal other than to take up air time. Always be ready with the scissors.
Unbother
No real thoughts tonight, and that’s the point. Spent time at the cafe tonight, and even though I sat with people I knew, I didn’t talk. Said few words. Earbuds and a book. Left early. Sometimes, I just want to exist in the presence of people, and not be expected to stroke their egos. Just once. …
Shoreline
Coffee shop life. I like the drink, but I like the company. Rather, I like the hope of company. What is delivered instead is an ocean of unknown faces and a beachhead of granite; the bulk and masses and swells — a tide of people who I could know but never will know — as …
Snip
Recently, I made the judgment call to walk away from a group of people. These are otherwise decent folk, but I realized two weeks ago that I am not of their kind. After some time of sitting with them at the cafe, making smalltalk and trying to get involved, it became painfully apparent to me …