Eating at a sushi restaurant in the business area of a city is always a grounding experience. It reminds me that no matter how hard I try, I won't be hipster enough, mogul enough, and definitely not asian enough to fit in with those crowds. The tables around me are as follows:

1. Me. I'm rad.
2. Two business looking guys talking about stocks and business and Xbox. So Cliché.
3. Hipster douchebags decked out in the latest douchetastic wear and soccer-related scarves, because apparently it's 'hip' to be into soccer this year. ("DUDE I LOVE MAN U." "They don't play in the world cup." "I KNEW THEM BEFORE THEY WERE COOL.")
4. Business woman and her two personal assistants. One of the PA's is very fat and I giggle every time she talks because she has a valley-girl drawl to her. She's not pretty enough to be that stupid.
5. One other solitary dude. Seems normal. Pending further investigation.
Looking around at these people makes me a little sad to be unemployed and un-hip. Also, looking around has incurred many worried looks, since I'm doing the whole "look-around-then-scribble-down-notes" thing.
HOLY FUCK. #5 just stood up. HE'S LIKE 7 FEET TALL.
Ok, freakout over. I'm not crazy. I do get out. Sometimes.
Digression aside, I'm not hip. I have no job. My spare time is spent playing guitar... or Pokémon... or the Pokémon theme on guitar. Yet somehow I get by.
Remember high school, when you had to have a place to exist in or you'd be socially outcasted? Then college gave you that place to be with those other people who thought they were outcasts too? Yup, it finally wasn't just you. It was a whole bunch of yous that look for peer approval just as much. And now it's after college and you're stuck in the middle of a recession where you have no money and it seems like all your friends have better jobs, or jobs at all, or magical free money from Narnia and you feel super outcasted again? You just wonder how you could possibly get by.
Now, let's recap. You can play along with your own checklist. OH LOOK! I MADE ONE FOR YOU!


Blind optimism.
Stream of consciousness over.
Love, Patrick.
By the way, my favourite dish here: Japanese fried rice. Prepared in a similar manner as chicken fried rice, I presume.
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