Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Seeking A Friend For The End Of The World

There's a movie out there somewhere that I think I watched a few years ago with Steve Carrell (perhaps?) where he's actively searching for someone to love because... Well, I can't really remember why or what or anything that happened outside of the basic premise of the movie, to be quite honest. But I remember the title which means my brain isn't mashed potatoes quite yet. 

For the record, I am not seeking anyone to accompany me into the very-near-future apocalypse.

It's an interesting topic, that idea of 'company'. It's a weird drive humans have. I left the house this afternoon, in fact, with the sole intent of subjecting myself to the random and strange traditions of the homo sapien in order to dissuade my subconscious from becoming any more hermit-like as that's what I'll eventually become when left to my own devices: a hermit. It's a real risk now that I've moved house and am living in a new city in a different state without any housemates or forced 'companionship'. I'm a bit worried that I'm comfortable going days without wearing pants and that, despite the curtains being open, i have no qualms about brewing coffee in the nude.

Did I mention that I'm 30?

This is not normal behavior. I haven't started talking to myself as of yet (yes you have, you liar) but when the apocalypse does arrive thanks to the psychopathic megalomaniac at the White House, my skeleton will probably be unearthed by future life forms clutching my bikes without any remnants of sanity or clothes to be found nearby. 

I've gone caveman status.

On the plus side, moving to a new city has a certain.... Anonymity to it. Nobody here knows me or the havoc I can wreak, no one will stop me at the grocers (aside from the produce boy concerned about the lady staring at the ceiling) and no one shows up at my door unannounced. I can wander through my days untouched by humankind, entirely unaffected by forced social interaction and simply live

Except I cannot because everyone here is simultaneously just as weird as I am and unendingly friendly as well as curiously fascinating to my Utah-deprived brain. I want to talk to everyone. I want to find out why they're here, who they are, what they think about the meaning of life and how they stay looking so impossibly young. For the first time in a very, very long while I'm driven to grin at strangers and cheerfully bid a "good morning" to anyone I pass.

I did that. This morning. On my run. I was fucking running  and spent air wishing someone else a beautiful day. 

Something in the water here has fundamentally altered my DNA.


Welcome to New Mexico.