One of my favorite things about being alive is meeting other people who are alive and finding out what it is about life, their life in particular, that inspires them to continue living it. Sometimes it doesn’t seem as though there’s much at all that’s inspiring them to continue living it, and that’s sad.
Two nights ago I met a really, legitimately sad looking man. I’d seen him on the subway on my way home from work once or twice, but I’d never talked to him. He has this distinctive look about him–extremely curly (Kenny G curly) gray-white hair down to his shoulders, gray-white stubble on his face, and some kind of red splotch surrounding one eyebrow. He looks interesting. But more than anything, he looks sad.
Anyway, he struck up a conversation with me. But he did it in a pretty awkward way–he posed a question to me, waited for my response, and then revealed that he had known the answer to the question all along. It was along the lines of, “Hey, do you have any idea what time it is?” Then upon hearing me apologetically say I did not, he responded, “Because I do! It’s five minutes ’til noon!” And then he delved into an in-depth history of time itself, followed by an explanation of the process of watchmaking, and finished it off with some personal anecdotes about his experiences relating to the time-space continuum.
It was sort of like that.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this. I guess I’m just thinking about how it’s great when people reach out to other people. It’s nice when strangers become acquaintances and acquaintances become friends. Even if it’s only on Facebook.
In other news, the new “Melrose Place” is starting today. And along with Ashlee Simpson-Wentz, they’ve got these inspired taglines! One reads, “Tuesdays are a bitch.” Another goes, “Tuesday’s the new hump day.” And another still, “Ménage à Tues.” Provocative, eh? I’m pretty sure that if I watch this show I will learn things (sexual, lewd, nasty, terrible things) that I have no business learning–and I’m an adult.
Still, part of me is curious. Also, I noticed that the Greek love interest from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is in the cast, so it’s pretty guaranteed that I’ll tune in. At least once. At which time I will learn all about bitches, humping, and threesomes involving bitches, humping, and (a desperate woman can only hope) this Adonis: