...trying to sleep while you have a knee shoved into your chest or lower back is NOT comfortable.
Which leads me to what I was thinking about writing about in this glorious entry of the Porcelain Throne Chronicles.
I don't like being touched. Like, I have an aversion to just people touching me. I don't really know what it is, an invasion of personal space or whatever, but, I just can't stand it.
It's not really as severe as my fear or heights or balloons, but, it just freaks me out.
Whats kinda funny about this is that whenever you tell someone this in passing, or, mention the personal space thing, whats the first thing anyone wants to do upon hearing this? Invade your personal space.
It's kinda funny because it reminds me of a Chris Rock bit I believe, where he talks about when people have glasses they always want to "try them on" or some shit, but, you see someone in a wheelchair, you don't proceed to ask them if they can sit on the curb for a bit while you take their wheelchair for a test drive do you? I mean, I kinda do, my Aunt last year needed surgery, and, was confined to a wheelchair most of the time to get around, but, whenever I went to visit, if my mom and I were visiting in the common area, and, my Aunt was sitting in one of the common area chairs instead of her wheelchair, I would hop in and wheel around for a bit. Always lots of fun... BUT, its isn't like I dumped her out and went for a spin while she was screaming in pain on the floor.
Anyways, yeah, thats exactly what people want to do!!! Like, I don't get violent or pushy, when people start to approach me I kinda freeze up, and kinda deal with whatever happens. Funny guy I used to work with, Joe, real comedian, always went around grunting like Tim Allen, when I was in the woodshop I always oddly kinda felt like I was on the set of "Tool Time", as soon as he heard this about me, everytime he saw me for the last 2 or 3 months at my job, everychance he got, he was always hugging me. It's pretty funny when I'm writing this to think about it, cause, I'm getting a good laugh thinking about it, but yeah LOL, when accosted, I must look like a deer in headlights.
But, why is it that people do feel this need to invade personal space, when they know its unwelcome?!?!? This is actually one of the reasons I'm becoming fond of my gfs dog Holly, she seems to have the same aversion. Like, Holly likes to get pet, and likes to get some attention, but, if shes laying down, and, relaxing, and, someone starts to walk over to her to pet her, or, even if you just walk past, she gets this "Deer in headlights" look on her face, shes SO horrified that she might get accosted. It's quite funny, so, yeah, like I said, it must be funny to watch me when someone looks like they are gonna touch me... weird too, I don't really know how or when this started to become a phobia to me. I used to spend 3 or 4 days a week in NYC when I was younger going to General Admission shows, and people bumping up against me and such never bothered me like 10 or 15 years ago. Odd how brains and bodies change over the course of ones lifetime. Kinda like how I used to HATE coffee... than started drinking it... now I drink it black with a little sugar, if you told me that when I was 18, I'd have gotten a good hearty laugh.
Ok, best get ready for the weekend. Sadly with my gf being sick, she did go to work today tho, I feel that going to Toyota Speedway in Irwindale for the K+N All Star Showdown tomorrow isn't an option for tomorrow. Which kinda sucks, I wanted to see how Travis Pastrana did in his stick car debut. Oh well, guess we'll see what the weekend brings. I'll prolly sit around and do nothing, as, I had plans and they followed thru, and, doing anything else would be kinda offensive don't you think? If I had plans to do something, I should be able to do what I want, which will prolly be fatting around watching TV.
At least its lunchtime!!!
Showing posts with label NYC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NYC. Show all posts
Friday, January 28, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
First Entry: A Girl Named Rita...
So, IDK why this popped into my head while watching Jeoporady before with my gf and her sister, but back when I worked overnight retail for a major drug store chain, one whose heart is BLACK and cold when it comes to their employees, This girl Rita used to come into everyonce in a while.
She was nice, but kinda disturbed. But, one thing I learned about while working overnight is that alot of what "normal" people would consider strange, is alot of the customers we had to deal with. Over the years i became desensitized to this, and became kinda "strange" in my own right.
I guess working overnight can do that to you.
Anyways, I have quite a few stories about Rita, but, here is the one i was thinking about just now.
I was working one night, a 10pm-4am shift, which was kinda a "Half" shift, not that we EVER got to take lunch or a break as we were always "Encouraged" by our management NOT to by their reactions to if we DID take a 15 minute break on our 10 hour shift, and some work didn't get done, lest they not sit in the office for 4 hours of their shift... which we witnessed on a regular occaison if we watched the DVR back...
anyways, Rita comes in. Rita was a nice girl, just seemed a little spacy. She comes in, and by this time I had become friendly with her, as I did alot of the customers that had come in during our shift. I was about to get off work, so she had mentioned how exciting that was and asked me if she waited around, if i wanted to come with her.
I was confused and interested, and asked her where she was going.
rita tells me to come out to her car.
On going outside, there was her Station wagon packed full. She had decided 4 or 5 hours earlier that she was going to go out to california to try and make it out there. So she proceeded to pack her station wagon, and, came in to ask me if I wanted to accompany her. why, she didnt really say, but I always assumed that because we had tried to start a band previous, and she knew I was a writer and played some guitar, that I would be an asset.
I honestly never found out why she wanted to go anyways.
I asked her which way she was going, she told me she was looking forward to driving thru NYC and thru chicago and going that way.
So, I was like fuck it, I told her, I'd go for the ride with her till she hit NYC, and, if she'd drop me off at Penn Station, which is under Madison Square Garden, and I'd catch a train home.
she was all for that.
I don't remember much about the ride, just that she seemed like something happened she didn't really want to discuss, and that she figured she could find something to do in LA.
Rita wasn't a bad looking girl, but, Rita wasn't what you would call a "looker" so I don't think that she was really what the movies or TV were looking for. Who knows what she expected to achieve when she got out there.
She obviously made an impression on me, cause here I am, writing about her on my blog. She got in Manhattan, she dropped me off at Penn Station, said goodbye, I said good luck, and i watched her drive off down 5th Ave? whatever the street is out front of MSG, u know, across from Hotel Pennsylvania, said to myself, Hm... better go catch a train home.
Got back to Long Island, walked from the train station to my house, not very far, as I had no vehicle at this point, which is another story for another day, and went to bed, taking some solace is thinking maybe someday I would be "man" enough to make my dreams come true, and, chase my goals or dreams like Rita did. I was envious of her, wished I had the drive to do what she did.
2 or 3 nights later tho, who came into my store? Rita. she hit Philidelphia I believe? I'm not really sure where she had gotten to, but she turned around and went back home. After that, Rita kinda became just another customer to me. It's one thing to SAY your going to do something, and not do it, but to START and not finish is another. I didn't have anything but negative thoughts about her again. Everytime she came into my store aafter that, I tried to avoid her. Even back then subconsciously, I was trying to cut the negatives from my life, and, I just saw her as a failure.
Whatever became of Rita, I don't know. The last time i saw her, she came into the store to sit down and read magazines for a few hours like she usually did, which, didn't bother me in the slightest, at 2am, someone looking for a place to waste some time, for whatever reason, at 2am, they must have a good reason, and since she never stole, never caused a problem, but the last time i saw her she looked about 6 months pregnant.
I never saw Rita again. I hope for her babies sake that she "normalzied". But, like alot of people i've had contact with in my life, I'm glad that Rita was a part of it. Just one of the many people in my past I'll think about everyonce in a while and wonder to myself, what happened to her.
She was nice, but kinda disturbed. But, one thing I learned about while working overnight is that alot of what "normal" people would consider strange, is alot of the customers we had to deal with. Over the years i became desensitized to this, and became kinda "strange" in my own right.
I guess working overnight can do that to you.
Anyways, I have quite a few stories about Rita, but, here is the one i was thinking about just now.
I was working one night, a 10pm-4am shift, which was kinda a "Half" shift, not that we EVER got to take lunch or a break as we were always "Encouraged" by our management NOT to by their reactions to if we DID take a 15 minute break on our 10 hour shift, and some work didn't get done, lest they not sit in the office for 4 hours of their shift... which we witnessed on a regular occaison if we watched the DVR back...
anyways, Rita comes in. Rita was a nice girl, just seemed a little spacy. She comes in, and by this time I had become friendly with her, as I did alot of the customers that had come in during our shift. I was about to get off work, so she had mentioned how exciting that was and asked me if she waited around, if i wanted to come with her.
I was confused and interested, and asked her where she was going.
rita tells me to come out to her car.
On going outside, there was her Station wagon packed full. She had decided 4 or 5 hours earlier that she was going to go out to california to try and make it out there. So she proceeded to pack her station wagon, and, came in to ask me if I wanted to accompany her. why, she didnt really say, but I always assumed that because we had tried to start a band previous, and she knew I was a writer and played some guitar, that I would be an asset.
I honestly never found out why she wanted to go anyways.
I asked her which way she was going, she told me she was looking forward to driving thru NYC and thru chicago and going that way.
So, I was like fuck it, I told her, I'd go for the ride with her till she hit NYC, and, if she'd drop me off at Penn Station, which is under Madison Square Garden, and I'd catch a train home.
she was all for that.
I don't remember much about the ride, just that she seemed like something happened she didn't really want to discuss, and that she figured she could find something to do in LA.
Rita wasn't a bad looking girl, but, Rita wasn't what you would call a "looker" so I don't think that she was really what the movies or TV were looking for. Who knows what she expected to achieve when she got out there.
She obviously made an impression on me, cause here I am, writing about her on my blog. She got in Manhattan, she dropped me off at Penn Station, said goodbye, I said good luck, and i watched her drive off down 5th Ave? whatever the street is out front of MSG, u know, across from Hotel Pennsylvania, said to myself, Hm... better go catch a train home.
Got back to Long Island, walked from the train station to my house, not very far, as I had no vehicle at this point, which is another story for another day, and went to bed, taking some solace is thinking maybe someday I would be "man" enough to make my dreams come true, and, chase my goals or dreams like Rita did. I was envious of her, wished I had the drive to do what she did.
2 or 3 nights later tho, who came into my store? Rita. she hit Philidelphia I believe? I'm not really sure where she had gotten to, but she turned around and went back home. After that, Rita kinda became just another customer to me. It's one thing to SAY your going to do something, and not do it, but to START and not finish is another. I didn't have anything but negative thoughts about her again. Everytime she came into my store aafter that, I tried to avoid her. Even back then subconsciously, I was trying to cut the negatives from my life, and, I just saw her as a failure.
Whatever became of Rita, I don't know. The last time i saw her, she came into the store to sit down and read magazines for a few hours like she usually did, which, didn't bother me in the slightest, at 2am, someone looking for a place to waste some time, for whatever reason, at 2am, they must have a good reason, and since she never stole, never caused a problem, but the last time i saw her she looked about 6 months pregnant.
I never saw Rita again. I hope for her babies sake that she "normalzied". But, like alot of people i've had contact with in my life, I'm glad that Rita was a part of it. Just one of the many people in my past I'll think about everyonce in a while and wonder to myself, what happened to her.
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