Day Four: An Offer for Travel and Life Change
January 2, 2018 and I've just been offered assistance on relocating to Las Vegas Nevada.
So much starts spinning at this point, I send out messages confirming with my friend confirming if she really wants me there. I start talking to North about me living in Vegas, and how close I'll be and we can still see each other with a short airplane flight.
Back at the shelter, the half-brother of the Wilson sisters (the band Heart) -so he claims and also claimed to be a great drummer and had drummed with Def Leppard, I don't know if the Def Leppard comment was bragging or complaining- comes up to me and says "I saw what you did m***th**cker" What? "Yeah, I saw you pet my dog" he says shaking in anger "that's my service animal, don't touch him he's not here for fun". Well this dude is the least handicapped of anyone in the place except me. Poor dog, it lives without any affection, which it sorely needs.
I wonder if this guy is homeless because of some debilitating extreme of nihilism or other pathological ego problem. I mean other people here mostly have a glaring problem, and are amazingly nice considering their impediments in life. This guy doesn't seem to have any substance abuse problem, nor schizophrenia. He seems full on together....just a degree of control freak and pompousness that manifests at near all times.
Not a big problem for me, I apologize and just move on out of his way for the duration of my stay.
I'm watching my behavior and attitude. That morning I was sitting with seven foot black dude and we're eating breakfast. I cracks a boiled egg and its not boiled. He's laughing but saying wow about the mess. I jump up and get some paper towels and use my bowl to put his mess in. He says in the nicest way "thank you dude, god bless you". I admit to you here that felt good.
Seven foot black dude looks like he has no big negative issues in life, might just be too broke to pay rent. He's a good guy, I hope he does really well in life.
I keep thinking about how upbeat my inner self is since Sunday, going through all this. I haven't had one morose moment. No depression nor woe is me. I'm staring at the situation I'm in lucidly, I'm not on any kind of delusion causing drug or philosophy. I'm not inwardly chanting "peace" or "nam myoho renge kyo".
I haven't had one beer since the last Thursday of last year, a day before becoming a shelter dweller. At Bremerton Benedict House it was forbidden, and at the Seattle shelter I continued the practice. I make a note this is mandatory, not one beer while going through any of this homelessness. I attribute this amazing balancing act of sentiment and psyche to be connected both to the Holy Spirit moment at Sunday School and to nothing but healthy food.
Tonight I adapt a little more, put my blue pajama bottoms on and relax on my mat playing the computer North and I have been enjoying together.
So much starts spinning at this point, I send out messages confirming with my friend confirming if she really wants me there. I start talking to North about me living in Vegas, and how close I'll be and we can still see each other with a short airplane flight.
Back at the shelter, the half-brother of the Wilson sisters (the band Heart) -so he claims and also claimed to be a great drummer and had drummed with Def Leppard, I don't know if the Def Leppard comment was bragging or complaining- comes up to me and says "I saw what you did m***th**cker" What? "Yeah, I saw you pet my dog" he says shaking in anger "that's my service animal, don't touch him he's not here for fun". Well this dude is the least handicapped of anyone in the place except me. Poor dog, it lives without any affection, which it sorely needs.
I wonder if this guy is homeless because of some debilitating extreme of nihilism or other pathological ego problem. I mean other people here mostly have a glaring problem, and are amazingly nice considering their impediments in life. This guy doesn't seem to have any substance abuse problem, nor schizophrenia. He seems full on together....just a degree of control freak and pompousness that manifests at near all times.
Not a big problem for me, I apologize and just move on out of his way for the duration of my stay.
I'm watching my behavior and attitude. That morning I was sitting with seven foot black dude and we're eating breakfast. I cracks a boiled egg and its not boiled. He's laughing but saying wow about the mess. I jump up and get some paper towels and use my bowl to put his mess in. He says in the nicest way "thank you dude, god bless you". I admit to you here that felt good.
Seven foot black dude looks like he has no big negative issues in life, might just be too broke to pay rent. He's a good guy, I hope he does really well in life.
I keep thinking about how upbeat my inner self is since Sunday, going through all this. I haven't had one morose moment. No depression nor woe is me. I'm staring at the situation I'm in lucidly, I'm not on any kind of delusion causing drug or philosophy. I'm not inwardly chanting "peace" or "nam myoho renge kyo".
I haven't had one beer since the last Thursday of last year, a day before becoming a shelter dweller. At Bremerton Benedict House it was forbidden, and at the Seattle shelter I continued the practice. I make a note this is mandatory, not one beer while going through any of this homelessness. I attribute this amazing balancing act of sentiment and psyche to be connected both to the Holy Spirit moment at Sunday School and to nothing but healthy food.
Tonight I adapt a little more, put my blue pajama bottoms on and relax on my mat playing the computer North and I have been enjoying together.
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