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Sat. sept23 2017

Weirdest Day Ever (very, very poorly written because F it)

I don't really recall the morning. probably pretty standard. somewhere along the line decided to look up movie times for "Brad's Status" a drama/comedy with a main theme in jealousy. I had heard about it on National Public Radio during the week I listened to nothing but that station. I was excited to see it ever since. I attempted to recruit a friend or family member to accompany me, but was unsuccessful. All good. First time going to the theater by myself.

The movie was phenomenal. I knew it would be. About jealousy? I'm all over it. I suffer from jealousy as a form of mental illness. self-diagnosed like a boss heh. I thought about posting a snap story and givin' a word up to my "local homies" if they wanted to see it with me I'd be down for a round 2 with this movie. In the end, I didn't, but I might've ended up with my buddy Erik wanting to see it at some point via texts.

Directly after the movie I'm checkin' my phone to find I have a concerning snap message from a co-worker. I think for a moment, and instead of writing a novel to try and cheer her up, I think, we should probably meet up in person. After some discussion that continued to take place throughout the day, we arrive at meeting up later in the evening.

Anyhoo, went to Portillo's Hot Dogs on recommendation from a few co-workers (and snapped them being there: got a cool, reassuring sort of snap back from one, and no response from the other -- whom of which no response is his only ever response), which was right nearly in the same complex. Totally bullshitted my own parking spot like a renegade. It worked. Got a Polish sausage and a vanilla shake. Back home. Ate right there in the car when I parked in the driveway because I didn't want to leave the radio: NPR again -- this dude telling a really funny story about his experience working in the White House, writing a few scripts for Obama, etc. Very comically told; on Saturdays they do a lot of storytelling I think, and it's great. The dog was alright but a little messy and cumbersome to eat. onions and mustard -- REALLY not my first choice but it came with them off the menu and I figured it's fine, I'm not picky anymore, which is true. I made little effort to pick back up and eat the onions that fell off while eating it though, even though I hate wasting food. The shake was top notch, perfect consistency..great flavor.

Come back in, stream for a bit. Have some cool convo about physical activity and its correlation with not only physical health but /mental/ health. in other words posing the question, does hitting the gym help beat depression? Got a pretty bad speedrun, but was fine with it, which generally isn't the case. I appreciated my own patience in that regard. Just a one n' done, hit it and quit it stream. Outie.

chilled for a bit, don't remember exactly how I passed time 'til one of my best pals Elijah and I were going to see a play that evening. Pick him up, and we're off. It's scheduled for 8 and runs about 90 minutes. He knew one of the performers. On the way walking up I receive another message from that co-worker who had concerned me earlier, saying she had found other plans. okay whatever peace
Weirdest. Fricken. Play. I don't see plays that often, but they can't all be this weird? That shit was like Inception. I'm still trying to figure out, the next day here on Sunday morning, what exactly I saw, or whether we actually entered into the twilight zone for a bit. I'm probably over-exaggerating but it was straaange. couldn't follow. Awesome performers though. very talented.

We're hungry. And we're both foodies (Although Elijah had a bad experience at a place for lunch with his team at work earlier and left a 1 star review lul). Food's the next step: We hit this place called Culinary Dropout nearby. Not at all what I was expecting. Had to show ID at the door to bouncer dudes. The place is huge and "boisterous" said Elijah. Good vocab word I said. poppin', fire, lit, w/e floats. Not the biggest fan of places so mainstream, so predictable...not my style
I get this really obnoxious vibe from our waitress. I find myself seeing evil in her intentions that likely isn't there. Won't go into it, but not a surprise women end up the bulk of our conversation...Don't get me wrong, not just mansplainin'. We're both practically feminists ourselves. Really our frustrations lie in the trash of the population which unfortunately makes up 9 in 10 people it seems. Just brainless, spoonfed idiots. I've gotten in touch with my cynical side lately as a form of coping...don't think too much about this~

Elijah's been sick all day. We're pretty much done with our outing. But oh shit, there was a big Arizona State University game that just let out. We get stuck in some MAD traffic there in downtown Tempe. All good. We chillin'. I'm a rather cautious driver but somehow I believe I went the whole night without getting honked at by impatient assholes behind me. We've finally hit open roads and we crusin'. I look out the window to see none other than SUPPAHTIME. His name's James. A friend of my brother's. I shout from the car HEY SUPPAHTIME, certain it was him. He looks over. It is! I shout NEED A RIDE? And he runs over and hops in. Cool. We start talking and I don't know what it was, but I'm absolutely taken with this dude. We hadn't really talked that much in the past. Seems like he's doing really well for himself working at this Sushi place. He's also a skater, a dedicated juggalo, rapper, all around interesting fellow. But it was the skateboard that garnered newfound respect, since I've become a boarder myself. We talked about work, brushed up on friends, life, music, skating....things just flowed. Felt like I blew Elijah off the rest of the trip back but I'm sure he was fine.

I get back and find Mike, my brother, still awake. I'm like hey guess who I brought home you might recognize him. They hadn't seen each other in a while, Suppah said he had lost Mike's #. My mom got all mad because the dogs barked and woke her up, second time that night the pets had woken her. She made a point of making our guest feel bad I felt like, and in my head I'm screaming Mom shut up. Guess I hadn't thought about how it was already past 11pm, but whateverrrrrrr. Shortly after I'm giving him a ride back to his place, as I said I would. Couple more miles. Apparently the dudes skateboards 14 miles one way for his commute, or takes the lite rail in part of the way. Either way, that's brutal. More interesting discussion. I'm sincerely glad to have had the chance to talk with this fellow. I get to his place and expect him to hop out and say bye, instead he invites me in. Ok.

I get in and see someone who's introduced to me as "Neo". Sitting up on a mattress with his laptop. Really weird guy, immediately get the feeling something is wrong with him, like he's "not all there" but he seemed like a good guy all the same. I go into one of the bedroom and am introduced to two more strangers. He goes "This is one-eye." I wonder why. One of his eyes is completely dead/lazy, I don't even know. His shirt's off, he's got tattoos all over. "and his girl" he said. There's a woman behind him. He's showing me his walls which have posters and stuff all over them. There's a small TV running in the room. The place is an absolute mess, they're all smoking inside and shit. Very very unlike many happenstances I've found myself in. Felt the tiniest bit scared, but at the same time, I'm like, shit these are all good people. I can gather that just from basic interactions and kinda "feeling out" the atmosphere, y'know. Turned into a good reminder you can't judge people based on outside appearance, or what living situation they're in. I make a point of leaving pretty quick all the same. I felt like I was kinda failing socially, being awkward. Felt out of my comfort zone. Our slide-punch handshake on my way out totally misses the punch. Knuckle scrape at best. d'oh

But I'm out. "I'll probably never have to go back there again," I think to myself. One last interesting thing happens tonight. I'm driving and I see people that appear to be ready to fist fight on the sidewalk. I u-turn about 100ft out, come back, and try to defuse the situation. Indeed, tensions were high. There was a black lady and 2 white males. Dunno what the commotion was all about, but they both try to start explaining their side to me in my car, as I'm just saying "chill" "chill" constantly. I am a pacifist and try to impose that on others. I just hate conflict and I think so many fights could be avoided if there's a mediator at hand.... I'm literally "parked" on a 45mph street rn so my time is limited. It looks like they're heeding me and just walking away. I u-turn back the other way, hand on my horn as one last attempt to shut them up. Pretty sure it worked, but I'll never know.

homebound. sleep. k. weird day