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that vampire life
Jun. 26th, 2019 12:41 amLately I'm happier when I simply allow myself to be awake and active in the evening and at night, sleep during the morning, and rest during the afternoon. Resting means sitting and watching TV, usually. Ironically the main things I have to do during the 9-5 hours which involve leaving the house are doctor appointments and going to the pharmacy, ie seeking health care whilst having a sleep disorder.
Running errands at night has led to several interesting encounters with my fellow creatures of the night. Hy-Vee is our 24-hour grocery store. It's a giant place, super brightly lit, and at this hour the stockers are out shelving items. I wore my X-23 shirt today (from the movie Logan), which led to 2 of the employees engaging me in fairly long monologues about comics, which was hilarious since I know approximately zilch about superhero comics! Maybe I should get a shirt about graphic memoirs.
A few months ago, returning my library books at 2 AM, a stranger approached me in the deserted parking lot. Note that, while he appeared to come out of nowhere, I didn't get a threatening or creepy vibe from him at all. He seemed friendly and shouted "Hey big guy!" at me (seeing me from behind). When I turned around, he said, "OH I'm sorry." He then spoke very fast and told me some sort of story, to which I said, "What are you asking for? Do you need money?" I gave him a couple of bucks, and then he disappeared again. Where did he come from?? Anyways I treasure his "big guy" and it makes me think about that as a friendly term of endearment for men, while fat women don't get afforded this privilege.
Running errands at night has led to several interesting encounters with my fellow creatures of the night. Hy-Vee is our 24-hour grocery store. It's a giant place, super brightly lit, and at this hour the stockers are out shelving items. I wore my X-23 shirt today (from the movie Logan), which led to 2 of the employees engaging me in fairly long monologues about comics, which was hilarious since I know approximately zilch about superhero comics! Maybe I should get a shirt about graphic memoirs.
A few months ago, returning my library books at 2 AM, a stranger approached me in the deserted parking lot. Note that, while he appeared to come out of nowhere, I didn't get a threatening or creepy vibe from him at all. He seemed friendly and shouted "Hey big guy!" at me (seeing me from behind). When I turned around, he said, "OH I'm sorry." He then spoke very fast and told me some sort of story, to which I said, "What are you asking for? Do you need money?" I gave him a couple of bucks, and then he disappeared again. Where did he come from?? Anyways I treasure his "big guy" and it makes me think about that as a friendly term of endearment for men, while fat women don't get afforded this privilege.
