My Cynical Side

I have to sit through a class for the next two days, which I’m sure will be enthralling. As it is confusing when you do not have a tone of voice to determine whether something written was intended to be sarcastic, let me assure you that the comment about enthralling was not genuine. In fact, by enthralling I meant mind numbing. By mind numbing, I mean meandering pornographic thoughts in my head that eventually turns into some weird chase scene while a teacher’s voice drones on in the background.

I’ve already had to do some pre-work for the class. It was about harassment. I now have a 95 skill level at harassment, and a 17 charisma….

Point being that posting is going to be a little rough, but we’re gonna keep on keepin’ on good people.

Second point is that I pass by this store on a daily basis, on the way home as well as back and forth to the theater, that really annoys me for some reason.

The store should be called “All Things Indian” as it sells, well, stuff from India. But it’s called "Travelers". They sell rice cookers, and rice, and Nag Champa, and teas and stuff. I would be okay with the store if it stopped there, I mean all of these things are worthy of purchase to be sure, I purchase most of these things myself. But in the back of the room, which you can see quite clearly from the street, there are tables set up and these tables are typically filled with douche bags.

I would guess that they’re for learning sessions about traveling, about things to do in Bhopal, but mostly they’re filled with Neo-Hippies sitting around and talking. On more than one occasion I have walked past only to find most of these conversers stopping what they’re doing and turning to look at me. I imagine that my cynicism burns holes in their auras and they must turn to see where all of this derisive power is coming from.

But the thing that is really bothering me about this store at the moment, this place that caters to people who would appear to care for the environment, is that they have a couple of signs in the window which proclaim loud and proud that, “We have AC! Come on in!”

Comfort’s cool, I dig comfort, but air conditioning is a monster electricity eater. And while it’s summer here for sure, it’s not as if Pine Street is located in the Sahara, it’s not like it’s triple digit weather here. And hey, isn’t India all hot and humid? It bothers me that they seem to be flying in the face of the image they want to portray themselves as.

But sometimes, don’t we all…

It’s a small thing to be bothered by, but I hope to exorcise the thoughts by shooting ‘em out onto the internets here.


Song Stuck In My Head Right Now: “Keep The Car Running” by Arcade Fire.