uncertainty prevails

[jebreject]

I am really torn about what to do tonight. I really just want to stay in and rest 'cause I feel like I've just been going non-stop lately, but then I feel guilty about missing my friends' band and not seeing my friend Leslie. And then I think, well, I don't feel like I can really hang out at a show, it's like I'm just paying five dollars to stand near my friends and not be able to hold a conversation. And living at the Borg Ward has really REALLY burned me out on shows, and just ... blah. I'm feeling incredibly anxious and neurotic right now and I do not like it one bit.

[diesel_powered]

DOOD. JEB. You're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggone it, people like you. Drag yr ass out and drink some beers and chill the fuck out. I been there, man, and I've dragged myself out enough times to say if you're not sure you're going to be into it, go out and drink some beers and you'll be into it. There'll be plenty of time to chill out later when your peeps aren't around.

[jebreject]

I just quit smoking, too, so going and drinking would almost certainly mean smoking cigarettes.*

Fuck it. It's okay to stay in sometimes, right? I'll just ignore the guilt feelings.

And "drink some beers and you'll be into it" is DEFINITELY not advice that applies for me anyway. If I'm feeling uncertain or anxious about a social situation, alcohol actually tends to make it way worse.

*I am sort of trying to not drink as well, in general

[diesel_powered]

Okay dude, if that's how you're rolling these days, that's cool. Some people need beers fed to 'em, some people don't. It's way okay (hell, sometime's its necessary) to have a night to yourself now and then.

And good on you for quitting smoking. It's a hard thing, but it's worth it. And don't think that going out and having a beer and bumming a smoke is some kind of failure, either, but if you need a night away, that's cool.

[donblood]

It's okay to stay in sometimes, right?

Yeah it really super is.  I think it's even okay to stay in half of the time or more.

[Maaik]

I have no clue where my wife is.

[donblood]

Maybe there's extenuating circumstances here, but odds-wise, when you don't know where your wife is everything's usually fine.

[Maaik]

Maybe there's extenuating circumstances here, but odds-wise, when you don't know where your wife is everything's usually fine.

That's what I've found in the past.  I'm telling myself that she's probably in class (don't remember her having class on Monday, but I can never keep her schedule straight).  I'm going to let all the horrible images fester for another fifteen minutes, then I'm going to try calling again.

[davy]

I'm going to let all the horrible images fester for another fifteen minutes, then I'm going to try calling again.

Man, I'm terrible about that.

Or, uh, used to be. Or whatever.

[donblood]

Don't worry until there's a reason to.  If you're unsure whether there's a reason to worry, there isn't.

[Maaik]

okay, yeah, she was in class.  Christ, I rile up really quick, don't I?

[elpollodiablo]

Man I do that same thing, Maaik, and with very little reason. There's a strange, inscrutable, panicky part of me that takes over sometimes and I'm powerless to do anything about it. If it's any consolation it just comes from caring about another person very deeply.

[Maaik]

yuck!

[elpollodiablo]

YUCK YOURSELF

[Maaik]

I WAS ABOUT TO, BUT MY WIFE IS ON HER WAY HOME

[davy]

[donblood]

Don't worry until there's a reason to.  If you're unsure whether there's a reason to worry, there isn't.

Seriously, listen to me, I have all the best ideas.

[auto-da-fey]

had to step around a guy who may have been dead--out cold in an unnatural position directly in front of the turnstiles, not visibly breathing, and cordoned off by cones--to get on the subway tonight. few things crystallize the experience of late-capitalist urban alienation so much as doing this alongside twentysome other people, all of whom are a bit distraught but not that distraught (no cell-phone shots being taken at least, this isn't L.A. or NYC), and then sitting down and thinking--I am not proud of this, to be very clear--"hmm, this desensitization I'm feeling reminds me that The Girlfriend Experience is at the top of my queue."

[coldforge]

I'm pretty sure history is rife with dead people being stepped around by not-terribly-concerned strangers.

[auto-da-fey]

well, fine, next time I'll make a lolcorpse out of it to provide an authentic 21st-century experience then.

[Andrew_TSKS]

Am I totally wrong to think that maybe the correct move there is to call the cops/emergency services?

[clare]

The fact that the dude was cordoned off by cones suggests to me that this had already been done, and the presence of said cops was omitted by our author in order to enhance the C21st nature of the encounter. Or something.

[kadiekatRN]

ADF that sound like surreal experience.

I am uncertain, waiting by the phone, wondering if the mortgage broker can OK a close date on 10/16 instead of 10/29. Closing earlier enables us to have time to uncarpet our kitchen and paint before we move.

[auto-da-fey]

The fact that the dude was cordoned off by cones suggests to me that this had already been done, and the presence of said cops was omitted by our author in order to enhance the C21st nature of the encounter. Or something.

Yeah, kind of the "something." Cops up top on the street, presumably aware of guy on floor below since the station operator kept blowing the siren, and she even opened the entrance gate and abandoned her booth to go up to the surface, but she returned sans cops. I imagine they were engaged in some Wire-like deliberations over who got stuck with the body? (I mean, I'm still not sure he was dead, but the police did not seem too concerned with rushing medical attention to the scene). Anyway, weird all around. And tragic.

and good luck, Katie!

[kadiekatRN]

It's now certain.  New date of homeownership: October 16, 2009.  Shit that's a week and a half away!