I went to get coffee this morning, to the Sherm, and a man with a beautiful and sweet German Shepherd was in front of me. After I got my coffee, I went over to the bank, to get enough cash to buy the Sunday paper. (Which I have to admit, I buy only for the crossword puzzle. Which I managed to finish today.) As I got there, the same man was leaving the bank, and asked, "Are you following me or am I following you?" I laughed, and said, "I'm following the dog!" Which I thought was cute and funny, but thinking about it, maybe it was rude? Maybe he was flirting with me, or just being friendly, and I shut him down, this seemingly nice man with his lovely dog. I don't know, but I'm still thinking about it.
Still thinking about it, this fleeting thing, and I wonder if this is emblematic of why I get so stuck. I think and think: I don't ask, I don't tell, I don't act. I think and ruminate, and get stuck in a self-contained loop of memory and supposition. I want to stop thinking and start doing, but things get in the way. There are other things, but I think this might be fundamental. And I wonder why and wonder whether this is really a problem, or if I just make it one.
Think think think. I think I'm thinking about this too much.
Posted by thevieve at April 13, 2008 9:15 PMThat seems like a perfectly reasonable and or cheeky thing to say in that situation. I mean, dude didn't really leave you that many options.
Posted by: cromulent on April 13, 2008 10:56 PMI'd have laughed! And if I were he, I would hope to see you again.
What time were you at Sherman? We were there around one PM but it was full so we went to La Mexicana for tacos instead.
Posted by: Verbal on April 14, 2008 11:54 AM