Especially after all those years of being let down by my expectations I have learned not to have them.
I feel it is only fair that since I do not have them of others, they shouldn't have them of me.
Why would a perfect stranger expect anything from me?
Why would I expect anything from a perfect stranger?
I wouldn't.
I would only think that if someone says they will have a drink with you, it means they are buying.
When I found this not to be the case I thought, Shit.
Now I have said I would have a drink with this person and I don't want to pay... much less sit here with this person any longer.
I feel myself regretting offering a ride home. Then the moment came to leave and he must run to the restroom yet again.
I think it strange.
I hear my own thoughts... "Should I leave?" " I should just leave."
So what if I offered something... I changed my mind and at this point I am allowed to just get the fuck out of there before he tries to ask me for my phone number. Wow... I never thought I would do something like this.
There is a lesson in here for me though.
Charity can only go so far. I can't jeopardize my own safety to help a stranger...
I did it once before when I offered a man with a broken arm walking along the street a ride home...
I was at my spot The Bourgeois Pig... Thinking about... how hard it is to get you out of my mind.
There was this wonderful little house that I sat in to write. I figured if I got my thoughts on paper
then they would leave me be.
I wrote as my thoughts arose.
Played a game of pool on what seemed to be a vintage pool table.
La Dee Da.
Life is Good. Life is Great. Appreciate. I do.