Dingo Breakfast
A yawn, a leak, and a good look around.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The catalyst
Is anything in my life anonymous anymore?
I went to my first show in San Francisco last night. It's been a really long time since I've been to a live show and I think I was really surprised at how homesick it made me feel for Boston. I spent 8 years going to shows and knowing at least a few other people at the show besides the group I was with and running into friends, heading out to parties after the show, meeting new people and last night, for the first time, I knew no one. I was surrounded by hipster kids and marijuana smoke and Canadian indie rock and I knew no one but the man standing next to me.
I've never felt so lonely standing in such a huge crowd.
Nothing against Matt at all; thankfully, I had a great time and really enjoyed the show and was so glad that my first experience at the Fillmore was with him. I'm just so accustomed to sharing experiences like that with a few dozen of my friends and it was just so weird.
I hope I'll get over missing the Boston folks soon but there's never going to be a group like that one out here. They were unique and they're lucky to have each other. I hope they realize that.
Cheers to loving live music.
I went to my first show in San Francisco last night. It's been a really long time since I've been to a live show and I think I was really surprised at how homesick it made me feel for Boston. I spent 8 years going to shows and knowing at least a few other people at the show besides the group I was with and running into friends, heading out to parties after the show, meeting new people and last night, for the first time, I knew no one. I was surrounded by hipster kids and marijuana smoke and Canadian indie rock and I knew no one but the man standing next to me.
I've never felt so lonely standing in such a huge crowd.
Nothing against Matt at all; thankfully, I had a great time and really enjoyed the show and was so glad that my first experience at the Fillmore was with him. I'm just so accustomed to sharing experiences like that with a few dozen of my friends and it was just so weird.
I hope I'll get over missing the Boston folks soon but there's never going to be a group like that one out here. They were unique and they're lucky to have each other. I hope they realize that.
Cheers to loving live music.
Labels: alcohol, boston, change, music, the fillmore, useless blog, west coast
Monday, October 6, 2008
Alternative Resources
'Do you want to replace Brian?'
Excuse me, what?
'Do you want to replace Brian?'
My phone is asking me a question. I wish it wouldn't. I'm not really sure why it feels the need to ask me, can't you just do something without asking me that question? I feel a bit violated, I mean, I realize my phone hears every possible conversation I have, but that's too personal. That's not a question anyone should be asking.
It took me 15 tries and another pair of eyes to figure out how to remove Brian from my speed dial on my cell and 'replace' him with someone else. No, I'm not an idiot, because my phone was telling me that he was #2 and my SIM card was actually pulling him from #1002 instead, making it damn near impossible for me to figure out why I was [almost] calling Brian every time I went to use #2 to call someone else yesterday. You can't even imagine the horror I felt when I saw I was almost calling, I felt rude and intrusive and, well, kinda weird seeing his name pop up on my phone.
This, of course, begs the question, am I really trying to replace Brian? Ugh. I have been asked that a few times in the past week, and surprisingly, I don't even hesitate to say "no" every time. It's not about 'replacing' Brian; I can't be the same person I was, I can't change the way things ended, but I also can't hope for an alternative ending for the rest of my life. I hated hearing that question, not just from my phone, but from my friends, as well - I am a huge fan of the relationship we had (until the end) and really can't say anything bad about Brian as a person. I was lucky, I was scared and sad to leave, I didn't know how to deal with ending something I didn't want to end, but things had to change for both of us... but I'm not 'replacing' him, by any means. I might be looking for a better fit to my life, but he was and still is like my jeans from Montreal. There won't be another pair, but I still love them, rips and holes and all.
On a bright note, Miss Em was able to steal my phone out of my hands and solve the problem for me. Good to know I can still be tech-stupid and someone else has to figure it out how to use something as simple as a cell phone for me. Cheers to Monday and watching the markets and my self-confidence take a nosedive.
Excuse me, what?
'Do you want to replace Brian?'
My phone is asking me a question. I wish it wouldn't. I'm not really sure why it feels the need to ask me, can't you just do something without asking me that question? I feel a bit violated, I mean, I realize my phone hears every possible conversation I have, but that's too personal. That's not a question anyone should be asking.
It took me 15 tries and another pair of eyes to figure out how to remove Brian from my speed dial on my cell and 'replace' him with someone else. No, I'm not an idiot, because my phone was telling me that he was #2 and my SIM card was actually pulling him from #1002 instead, making it damn near impossible for me to figure out why I was [almost] calling Brian every time I went to use #2 to call someone else yesterday. You can't even imagine the horror I felt when I saw I was almost calling, I felt rude and intrusive and, well, kinda weird seeing his name pop up on my phone.
This, of course, begs the question, am I really trying to replace Brian? Ugh. I have been asked that a few times in the past week, and surprisingly, I don't even hesitate to say "no" every time. It's not about 'replacing' Brian; I can't be the same person I was, I can't change the way things ended, but I also can't hope for an alternative ending for the rest of my life. I hated hearing that question, not just from my phone, but from my friends, as well - I am a huge fan of the relationship we had (until the end) and really can't say anything bad about Brian as a person. I was lucky, I was scared and sad to leave, I didn't know how to deal with ending something I didn't want to end, but things had to change for both of us... but I'm not 'replacing' him, by any means. I might be looking for a better fit to my life, but he was and still is like my jeans from Montreal. There won't be another pair, but I still love them, rips and holes and all.
On a bright note, Miss Em was able to steal my phone out of my hands and solve the problem for me. Good to know I can still be tech-stupid and someone else has to figure it out how to use something as simple as a cell phone for me. Cheers to Monday and watching the markets and my self-confidence take a nosedive.
Labels: amazing, communication, confidence, confusion, useless blog
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