I was sitting in the class I’m taking with a colleague. It was the fourth session, but I had not yet read any of the assignments nor even the syllabus. My project team was reporting out about our work and I excused myself to get something out of my colleague’s office down the hall so I wouldn’t have to answer any questions.
After class, I went back to the tiny apartment I was sharing with about ten other random strangers. I tried to do laundry but there was too much stuff piled up and some of it landed in the toilet (which was next to the washer), so I decided to take a nap instead. When I got to my bed, my cousin was asleep in it with his girlfriend.
At that point, I’d had it with all the random people and drama in the apartment, so I decided to get out for a while and go into town for a bit. I was planning to call some friends and see if I could move in with them temporarily, but then I walked by the pizza place and saw that they had a special. I decided to call friends and invite them to have pizza with me instead. Sadly, I realized I didn’t know anyone in the East Bay to have pizza with anymore, so I decided to eat alone.
When I got inside, there were several people from my class there. They were all much younger than me. We started talking about what dorms were like at UNCG in the 1980s. I realized that one of my classmates was very adorable and was very obviously flirting with me. This freaked me out a little, but I decided to play along and see where it would lead.
At that point, of course, the alarm went off and I woke up, with neither boy nor pizza adjacent. Sigh…
I don’t think I could ever have a completely monogamous relationship with a city. I get crushes too easily, and they make me a little obsessive, even when they’re never really…uh…consummated.
This week, for the record, it’s Cincinnati (which I’ve finally gotten used to spelling correctly) and I’m now in that “uncovering its history and doing my Groceteria research” phase following the lovely weekend we just spent together. I’d been in Cincy exactly twice before, once with Bob on the 1998 U.S. Tour and once in 2006 with Mark. Both were quick drive-throughs which gave me no real feel for the place but made me want to see more. Apparently I also considered moving there, at least for long enough to write this.
I probably wouldn’t actually move there now, but it seems a nice enough place to have another affair with. I’m in Pittsburgh next month for a show. I hope this won’t make things awkward between us.
This morning, I was on the phone with someone in a professional context and he started a sentence with “the thing about millenials is…”
I groaned, expecting the usual.
But then he finished it with a comment that was:
- not condescending
- not a glib, stupid generalization.
I instantly liked and respected him for it.
Torture: When you really need to take a piss, but you can’t because you’re dreaming that you’re having a conversation with someone who won’t shut the fuck up long enough for you to excuse yourself.
I’ve been having very vivid dreams lately. I seem to be sleeping really well in general, only waking up once a night (which qualifies as “really well” for me.) I’m not sure if the dreams are a result of all the allergy medications or just of my anxiety about the fact that the country is, you know, falling apart at the hands of a mentally ill cartoon villain.
But the dreams keep coming.
And they’re exhausting.
A running theme in my dreams seems to be that I find myself endlessly walking around large cities, apparently looking for something. I’m usually not alone; I tend to be either with a colleague from work, an old friend I haven’t talked to in years, or an ex. Sometimes my companion turns into someone else over the course of the dream. But we’re always walking.
After several years of observing wandering behavior in dementia patients while visiting my mom, I’ve started wondering about whether there might be a connection. Does my future involve wandering around the nursing home thinking I’m in Manhattan looking for some mysterious something?
I think I need a nap now…
And in case you missed it, this is what February looked like.