Bitter Cup, Soymilk, One Pump Vanilla
Aug. 22nd, 2007 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueI'm at Starbucks, which I've started to think of as my office - in which context it doesn't seem like expensive coffee so much as very cheap rent. I get a lot more done here than at home. I even have coworkers. It's more than my third space - it is in fact my second space. (Third space = the internet?)
Everyone irritates me today, which doesn't seem like a Wednesday, for anyone who is counting. But I hate everyone here (except 2/3 of the bar staff and my coworker John) and find their conversations grating. There is a table of women upsetting me right now (the third table of upsetting women, as if they are doing it in shifts) because they laugh as though they are in a birth control commercial (or, possibly, an ad for tampons, pimple removers, or market-targeted brands of goes-on-clear women's deoderant). "Look at us all laughing conspiratorially" too-loud "ha ha ha." (Do you not agree that conspiracies are only admirable when they are sneaky rather than ostentatious?)
They are making fun of various guys they've broken up with after long-term relationships (usually live-in ones), and apparently it was at all times the guy's fault, the guy never saw the breakup coming, and the guy embarassed himself by acting nice and wanting to stay friends. Having never met these guys, whose fault it may indeed have been, I am sympathetic to them and hostile to the women, mainly because the women are completely without compassion for the men who wanted to love them. The guy already lost; he doesn't get to have you any more. Gloating about it is bad sportsmanship.
It all makes me very sad. I don't know why I'm writing about it.
I've been angry all day at the way so many members of my generation seem to have deserted science and technology and believe the only solution to the world's problems is a luddite one - a return to a fictional simpler time. It doesn't matter whether it's religious conservatives or pseudo-spiritual radical environmentalists (all of whom are Malthusians) - it seems technology is the enemy and the scientific method is not to be trusted. I don't know whether it's Y2K or the Challenger blowing up or just the nature of millenial freakouts and the inevitable conviction that the world will therefore end in our lifetimes.
I don't know how to write about my vacation in Dallas other than to say that I was glad to see everyone and I like how you've fixed up your places and I had a good time and I found the whole thing upsetting for many complicated reasons which couldn't be helped (which is in itself upsetting).
Other people that irritate me today:
-People who have hour-long conversations about who is hosting which network television game shows.
-People on first dates bragging too much about extreme sports and the difficulty of their college courses.
-Idiot teenagers having a spitting contest too near where I am sitting.
-Bloggers who talk about the golden era of culture, after which there have been no good movies, bands, actors, books, or poets. I don't care whether they are taking as their marker yesterday or last century.
-Mosquitoes. I know they're not people, but they count for the purposes of this list since they are carriers of parts of people, or rather parts of me, since I am the only one they ever seem to want to eat. For whatever reason, I'm more reactive to the mosquitoes up here, which is the last thing I needed; I can barely use my left wrist today because it was bitten yesterday. Which makes me feel lame in an emotional as well as a physical sense.
I hate this town. And in fact the world.
Everyone irritates me today, which doesn't seem like a Wednesday, for anyone who is counting. But I hate everyone here (except 2/3 of the bar staff and my coworker John) and find their conversations grating. There is a table of women upsetting me right now (the third table of upsetting women, as if they are doing it in shifts) because they laugh as though they are in a birth control commercial (or, possibly, an ad for tampons, pimple removers, or market-targeted brands of goes-on-clear women's deoderant). "Look at us all laughing conspiratorially" too-loud "ha ha ha." (Do you not agree that conspiracies are only admirable when they are sneaky rather than ostentatious?)
They are making fun of various guys they've broken up with after long-term relationships (usually live-in ones), and apparently it was at all times the guy's fault, the guy never saw the breakup coming, and the guy embarassed himself by acting nice and wanting to stay friends. Having never met these guys, whose fault it may indeed have been, I am sympathetic to them and hostile to the women, mainly because the women are completely without compassion for the men who wanted to love them. The guy already lost; he doesn't get to have you any more. Gloating about it is bad sportsmanship.
It all makes me very sad. I don't know why I'm writing about it.
I've been angry all day at the way so many members of my generation seem to have deserted science and technology and believe the only solution to the world's problems is a luddite one - a return to a fictional simpler time. It doesn't matter whether it's religious conservatives or pseudo-spiritual radical environmentalists (all of whom are Malthusians) - it seems technology is the enemy and the scientific method is not to be trusted. I don't know whether it's Y2K or the Challenger blowing up or just the nature of millenial freakouts and the inevitable conviction that the world will therefore end in our lifetimes.
I don't know how to write about my vacation in Dallas other than to say that I was glad to see everyone and I like how you've fixed up your places and I had a good time and I found the whole thing upsetting for many complicated reasons which couldn't be helped (which is in itself upsetting).
Other people that irritate me today:
-People who have hour-long conversations about who is hosting which network television game shows.
-People on first dates bragging too much about extreme sports and the difficulty of their college courses.
-Idiot teenagers having a spitting contest too near where I am sitting.
-Bloggers who talk about the golden era of culture, after which there have been no good movies, bands, actors, books, or poets. I don't care whether they are taking as their marker yesterday or last century.
-Mosquitoes. I know they're not people, but they count for the purposes of this list since they are carriers of parts of people, or rather parts of me, since I am the only one they ever seem to want to eat. For whatever reason, I'm more reactive to the mosquitoes up here, which is the last thing I needed; I can barely use my left wrist today because it was bitten yesterday. Which makes me feel lame in an emotional as well as a physical sense.
I hate this town. And in fact the world.
