Today, I was driving along highway 62N in Texas, and I saw a lady walking along it. I assumed she was a hitchhiker, as she was walking a major highway in between no apparent civilization. She introduced herself as Kay, and rode in silence for less than a minute and asked, "do you date?"
...Time passes. Things happen. Maybe I'll fill in this blank...
I held Kay's Boxer puppy - or her limp, expired shell - in my arms, feeling more than tasting the saliva between my lips, fluid which transferred there from her dead muzzle as I tried to breathe and massage life into her still-warm body (was it warmth of sunlight, or of her now-ebbed life?). I paused a second to wonder whether I'd think I was a bastard if I'd noticed myself caring rather than not about the soiling of my pleated trousers onto which feces had transferred from her now-non-governed bowels.
All of the preceding took place after having a great conversation with some guy whose office I stopped in to in order to update his virus definitions. I searched a bit for my purpose in this complex organism (yes, "organism") that we call "life."
I returned to my hotel directly after leaving the tragic scene of the dead puppy and her owner mourning her in the cluttered yard of her pitiful trailer. As I left my rental car and approached the building, I noticed a man hurriedly snuff his cigarette in order to match my arrival at the entrance. Upon arriving at the door after his brisk walk over, he feigned ignorance that it was unlocked, asking "Oh, is it open?" He followed me to the elevator and briefly affirmed that the third floor, the one I'd selected before his fully boarding the elevator, was his. He hesitated to exit the elevator, which I allowed him to do due to my suspicion of him, which was all thanks to my prior observations; he then faltered in the hallway, picked to go right rather than left, and paused to look back at me twice - the second time, he saw me as I entered my room, and his stride gained confidence. He cast no further glances back towards me. I received a call a few seconds later on my room phone; it all wound up with me being propositioned and questioned at length (and volunteering more information than I was asked for) about my sexuality, openness to a sexual encounter with the caller and her boyfriend (which I in no way accepted or lead the forward caller to believe I was interested in), having her deny that the man I'd observed was involved with the call at all (despite my accurate description of him), and hung up on me as I stated that I was open to having some coffee or a lunch somewhere, as I was free the next hour or so.
In both situations, I felt little more than amusement, but I continue to harbor hopes that something meaningful will, eventually, hit home.
And all of that occurred prior to a wonderful bonfire, smoke, and lounge out upon the roof of some pretty cool folks who I've only spent time with twice. The fire took place immediately after accompanying them to their orientation/introduction course to a major financial institution's "financial education" business - selling financial confidence like Kirby vacuums; sure, they're great vacuums, but some one's still got to sell them.
Introspectively-wrought revelations abounded.
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