Darren Contemplates Nap - News At 11:00

Man, I certainly wasn't in a chipper mood when I wrote that last entry. Since then, I've been a bit happier and more upbeat. Whilst traveling in Boston on Thursday, I took pleasure in seeing so many happy people out in the warm sun. Finally, women are shedding Gore-Tex coats and revealing their arms, shoulders, and legs. I even ran into a friend in Kenmore Square, near Fenway Park, from my days as a political activist. After talking about the good old days, I picked up some Chinese food and headed home.

Right now, as if anyone gives a flaming baboon, I'm enjoying some Dave Brubeck and contemplating an afternoon nap. I'm also happy for my beloved Donna's upcoming move to Oregon. For those who don't know, Donna is my former fiancee and current close friend. I no longer harbor any jealousy, which is a good thing. And because we are still such good friends, she comforts me by telling me that I was better in bed than her current lover. True or not, I'm going to enjoy the compliment and leave it at that.

At some point this week, I exchanged phone numbers with a cute girl that I had just met. Late last night, I was awakened by a telephone call; it was her! I ignored the strange timing of her call, which came in around 2am. She laughed loudly at all my jokes, and seemed to find me charming and intelligent for some reason. She wasn't even upset at all when I fell asleep as she was telling a long story. At 5:47am, we concluded the conversation.

That felt good, as I've been a bit lonely these days. I love my friends, and it raises my spirits when I hear from them. But it's so fantastic to flirt and build oneself up to a new person, isn't it? Sort of like being onstage. Loneliness is the price a person like myself pays for a degree of comfortable segregation. It's bound to happen with my kind of social anxiety and self-loathing.

I'm going to go have a slice of pizza.

Happy Mothers' Day

It's been raining for days here in Boston. My basement is flooded, which is not really bothersome, except to a few Christmas decorations which are stored down there. The great philosopher Travis Bickle once spoke about a desire for the rain to wash us all away. He saw what we are, and wished for the rain to pour down and take us away. Finally, the world would be clean of whatever it is we aspire to be as a species and try to be everyday. In the doing and finally done we are despicable. The rain seems an elegant solution to the problem of our embarrassing existence.

The red brick outside my window doesn't know that we're an embarrassment to it, but I do...we do. So by ending we end the action and the emotional reaction. The water is too dirty to see one's reflection. Doubly effective is the water if it drowns us all dead.