too much coffee

Just got back from dinner and drink and coffee (twice) with an old college friend. Been walking around downtown Royal Oak and talking, about everything but personal stuff for the most part, which a great relief. Anyhoo…I’m not even sure what I’m writing about here. I’m just so wired on coffee that I know I’m not going to sleep right away. Not that I have to be up too early in the morning….

Shut up. No on cares about mundane shit.

I don’t know. Consider some of the crap people post on Twitter and Facebook, I’d beg to differ.

Exactly. That kind of stuff is for Twitter and Facebook. This is a blog and as such should be more substantive.

O…..k…..

I don’t know if this is substantive, but my friend and I got stopped while walking around downtown Royal Oak by a group of young girls. They looked like late teens early twenties. They said they were doing a project and wanted to know if they could ask a question and then video our response. IĀ  of course could not resist making a comment about how I’d seen this sort of thing on the internet and it always ended up in some kind of orgy. The girls, of course, assured us that nothing like that would heppen. And pretty much lost my interst right there. But still, I was willing to hear them out. And then they asked the question: What does God mean to you? I told them that I had not desire to answer that question under normal circumstances, nevermind to a bunch of strangers on the street while being videod. The promised us that the video would NOT be posted anywhere. Then why take it? I wondered, but did not ask. I didn’t say much of anything after my refusal, becaus I kind of irritated and didn’t want to go off on these girls. And had I had a beer or two more, I might well have gone off. It’s better that I didn’t, though.

Am I the only annoyed by this kind of presumption that you can just walk up to someone on the street and ask them to discuss God?

Anyhoo…we declined politely and walked away. And got more coffee, which is why I can’t sleep now. Ugh!

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13 responses to “too much coffee

    • Really? Then what is “show us your tits” code for? Must be something pretty scary, because when I said it to these chicks they all got horrified looks on their faces and ran away.

  1. What if God was one of us? Just a stranger in Royal Oak taking a survey on his popularity and plan effectiveness? Just trying to make his way home and not massacre a mildly popular song from a few years back. *smile* You’re entitled not to share. At least you were polite about it. Hope you got some sleep today.

    • Yes! That’s exactly how seemed, as if they were taking a poll on God’s popularity, which just seems to tacky. Ick!

      I was polite about, and that is just so not me. Ask around…

  2. I love Naomi’s comment. She’s brilliant. I hope you’re taking time to read her blog. She believes, as do I, that no connection, no matter how small, is by accident. Coincidence – nahhhh.

    Tonight, as I put my two year old to bed, I felt so happy. Looking into her face, listening to her learn to form words. But, then I thought of my 11 year old. Her dad and I divorced when she was 1. I was so sad, I missed out on so much. There is life before divorce and life after. What happens in between – I’m not sure it can be called life. It’s more like surviving. It’s so painful and I can’t tell you how many times I had to get down on the floor, face down, begging God to help me get through one. more. day. Should you find yourself there, you are not alone.

    • I know I should take time to read Namoi’s blog but these days I can hardly muster the energy. It’s why I’m not really posting. I want to. I intend to but then I don’t. Ugh!

  3. When you’re ready to get back up, you’ll scrape yourself up off the floor. Take your time. I spent months just sitting on my living room floor drinking in Alannis Morrisette…*singing I’m not the doctor…* Just know that eventually, you will feel better.

    • Thank, Naomi. I appreciate the encouragement. Of course, intellectually I know you’re right, but when you hurt so deeply so constantly it can be difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Even though some days now I feel pretty good, even perfectly fine, although it doesn’t usually last long.

      What can you do?

      • Remember — you asked. Pray. Scream. Laugh. Cry (actually very, very good for you). Clean. Reorganize your closets. Pluck your eyebrows @ 10:30pm (it’s a chick thing) because you can. Write. Write more. Even if you never print it and you think it’s incredibly stupid and circular — because it’s not. Sleep. Dream. Live. Feel. Just because it’s bad doesn’t mean you shouldn’t feel it — feeling awful is still feeling. Don’t numb it or wish it away or it’ll take years longer to heal (she says from experience.) Keep putting one foot in front of the other and march diligently through time. Time is really the only solution. Sometimes I really, really wish I could follow my own advice. Bless you, hon. My thoughts are with you. Write me if you like.

    • I haven’t really been finding much solace in music. Not sure why. Although at night when I got to bed I’ve been listening to jazz music played very softly — Chick Corea and Stan Getz.

      I’m more of a movie person. And I seemed to have glommed onto the movie “Good Will Hunting” and watch it over and over again. I don’t even really watch it, I just have it on. I have it on right now, although I’m not watching. I’m not sure what it is about that movie exactly. I just like having it on.

      I do that with movies from time to time. For a time, it “Grosse Pointe Blank”

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