Christening the Blog

So, I already have two blogs. One is all about food I eat. It's called "The Pork Porn Pages." I know, who the fuck wants to read that? Some people do. I try to make it humorous. The other blog is like a secret page that I write for myself. It's about myself in relation to my dad, who I suspect has Borderline Personality Disorder, or BPD. It's called "My Personal Story - Putting a Name to My Dad's BPD". This one is more serious. I feel strange about actively sharing this one because I really don't know much about BPD, so I'm speculating. Also, the subject matter is very personal. Very heavy reading, if anyone were to read it. I think, to date, either zero, one, two or three people have read it.

So, why another blog? Well, for one reason, I'm unemployed and I need to keep myself occupied. I don't really have friends currently, well, not ones that live in the same city that I talk to regularly or hang out with. So, I can have a one sided conversation here about things that come up during the day. I sometimes annoy my husband, TFP (the Food Pimp) with my rambling, so this is another outlet.

So, I use the word "so" a lot to start paragraphs. I also use "anyway" or "anyhoo". I have a degree in writing, but please don't point out my improper use of grammar, misspellings, improper use of tenses and point of view - which is usually first person.

Here's my musings for the day:

CARS

I walked to Albertson's this evening, which is a little over a mile away. I saw three Volkswagen GTIs, two red, one white. Did you ever notice how most GTIs are always shiny and clean with fancy rims, even though they are this tiny car?

On the corner of 19th and Broadway, I passed by a pretty grey newer model Honda Element. When I looked across the street caddy corner, or kitty corner as I prefer, I saw an identical grey Honda Element.

On Broadway and 16th, a black Nissan Cube and a white Nissan Cube passed each other. The white one was dirty and had a white girl driving it. The black one was clean and shiny and had a black guy driving it. Okay, I wasn't sure if it was a black guy, but I wanted it to be a black guy. As I was musing over this, another black Nissan Cube drove by, and there was definitely a black woman driving it. Closure.




MEETING STRANGERS


First incident

I usually leave the front door open in the apartment during the day, leaving the security door locked. I was about to brush my teeth, when I heard someone walk up my stairs and yell hello. The voice almost sounded like the FP's voice, so I thought he came back because he forgot something. It was some strange guy instead, maybe Hawaiian. He had a clipboard, so I thought maybe he had a package to deliver, in the literal sense, mind you. So, I walked out, and I realized he was selling subscriptions to the Union Tribune (good luck with that dead end job, buddy). Okay, so even if I knew what he wanted, the door was open and I couldn't have hid once I saw him.

So, he showed me pictures of him and his cute little daughter and cute old mother. Weird, I began to think it was a religious thing or save the children charity. But no, newspapers. He gave me a paper, then he gave me the spiel. It's like dirt cheap. Less than $2 a week or something. I don't read the paper. If there is something in the paper I need to read, I can usually find it online. I gave him the I'm unemployed spiel. He said it was cheap, and that I needed to stay informed about the local food scene and that there were coupons. I said that I read about the "local scene" online and I need to reference more publications than just the local paper, some of the publications being only online.

That was a lie. I honestly don't really keep abreast of the local food scene too well. It's a flaw of mine. I just don't feel the urge. Anyway, I told him I just don't read the paper and I was sorry. But he said it was really cheap. I said I had really bad financial problems, and his parting words as he was descending the stairwell were, I live in my car.





Second incident

I was walking up the hill back home from Albertson's, and this cute family was standing on the sidewalk ahead of me next to the weird 2 story hovel that I had entertained the idea of renting when a for lease sign went up in front of it. They were kind of looking at me, as anyone standing on the sidewalk looks at someone who is passing them. I said hi. You know how there's often the greeting standoff, like who will pull the trigger first? I was almost halfway past them with direct eye contact, so I had to say hi. The dad asked me if I worked at my former place of employment (which I can't reveal for the sake of anonymity). I said that I used to, and he said he knew because he worked with one of the purveyors that delivered there. I said, his face looked familiar, but I didn't know why. All the while, I was still walking, so he said bye and I did too.

As I rounded the corner, I thought I should have been more chatty - asked his name, asked if they lived in the dump that I had briefly covetted, asked if they still delivered to my former place of employment. It would be nice to make acquaintance with people in our age group who live around the corner. But, alas, I don't really have friends and I'm out of practice how to make new ones. Maybe I'll see them on a walk down the street another time.