Just bought the directors cut.

“I must admit, for someone not meant for this world, I’m suddenly having trouble leaving it. They say that every particle in our body was once part of a star. Maybe I’m coming home”
-Vincent Freeman

This morning, I was waiting at a bus stop along with a small group of people. As the bus pulled up, we formed what could be best described as a mob near the entrance of the bus as we waited for people to exit before we got on. As we waited, I poked my head around the corner to try and glimpse if the bus was “pay as you enter” or “pay as you leave” when quite unexpectedly, a large bald man with a moustache, a gut, and then some matter-of-factly said, “If you try to get on before me, you will be very unhappy,” a statement by brain filed under “threats.”

Taken aback, I said nothing, let him enter before me, and then got on the bus. He took the closest seat to the door and I took one across the aisle within spitting distance of him. Perhaps it was an overreaction, or a sign that I have too much pride, but I was seething at his statement and couldn’t stop imagining confronting him about what he said. I thought of other people he may have snapped at, and tried to imagine what his life was like.

Eventually, we were the only two sitting in the front section of the bus and I saw him take out a transfer, indicating he would be getting off soon. I decided I couldn’t let it go. A million things I could have said crossed my mind, but I settled on, “You really ought to think twice before you threaten people, I was just trying to see when to pay.”

He said a lot of people walk right in front of him but that he was sorry if he misinterpreted my intentions, but also said he didn’t mean his statement as a threat. I told him that regardless of his intentions, that it was a threat and it was rude to which he responded “I’m an old man. I really don’t want to talk to you,” and got off the bus.

It would have been so easy to just let this go, and odds are my actions have made no difference in either of our lives. That considered, I think I would hate myself if I had just let him walk off the bus. Does anyone else have an opinion on this situation?

Kinda like my Tumblr Avatar.

An important difference between guys and girls

Modest Mouse has always had a knack for naming albums. This post shares its title with Modest Mouse’s second album, which today I understand more than ever before.

I’ve gotten up at 7:37am. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say I never properly went to sleep so I’ve actually stayed up until now. I don’t know if my mind has ever been this restless over such a long period of time.

What a work of art. Dripping with passion, symbolism, and a message we can all hold dear to our hearts.

I didn’t think this would ever happen, but I’ve gotten a Tumblr. I guess I’ll think of it as somewhat of an online journal, and a way to keep in touch with my friends that I don’t see quite as often anymore. Supposedly I can now look at their Tumblrs without being “creepy” as they described it.