Interaction
If you knew the amount of interaction I have during the day…it’s a lot.
Like so much, I love to interact on Twitter because it’s an opportunity to put my head down and just look busy.
This substack is quickly replacing twitter haha.
I used twitter all the time in Mexico to avoid interaction and look busy,,All the time. It was 24/7 on another level. But I still get it, especially midweek nonstop,
Here’s an example. I’m in the cafeteria getting dinner.
Standing in line - is that all you are eating? Yes I refuse to poison myself. I get this all the time. It didn’t used to be like this - I have no f-ing clue when people decided to police my food.
Hot rice/veggies —steam just escaping. Hey I want you to meet someone. Omg me desparately watching the steam escape sadly putting my plate down to go engage in a conversation where I will try but forget their name and they will remember me and I’ll be like feel like an asshole.
Later, still trying to get to a chair, can I ask you a question really quick…. the steam had disappeared at this point.
Me, finally finding a table and looking at my now lukewarm meal. I sit down to relax, try to pull up GEB. Gödel, Escher, Bach…nope
Open the phone..slack blows up. I have about 29 mins now before I gotta go be “on” for 3.5 hours..
All this just scatters me, I cannot focus and at this point I’ll give up GEB. It’s too fluorescent it’s too many people are just talking in those loud bursts and I cannot hide, no place to escape..and I have again been interrupted since I started writing this,
I want to go to New Jersey and just walk around those empty hotels again, blissy…especially on the morning run. I want to be in that comedy club where the comedian flirted with me all night —I mean married— but like in that setting I was blushing drunk and a little high like at the high school prom…only this time…queen...and then I left after the show and no one hit on me at all…or made it awkward,,,and like yeah they wouldn’t but yeah,..don’t ruin it..,,blissy. Haha I’m not that great..
I love and care deeply about people but in my line of work you just start to crave solitude. I want to go back to New Jersey..or Vegas, midweek..alone..left alone,,quiet soundless..maybe that Valley of Fire in the winter…walk downtown..not the tourists downtown but the real one.
I want all the casinos to be empty.,and I want to sit quietly in the sportsbook and watch games.
Writing this makes me feel better.
Few more hours.
Thank you for the clouds too. For the person that @me on twitter with clouds, I’ll enjoy
the escape. For a minute..until I get interrupted again