Nowhere to Hide

We go to a small school,

a small school in a small city.

In this city there are no places to go where I don't bump into one of you.

Even when I don't, I'm certain you are all bumping into each other. 

If we are not losing hair at school, we are loitering in the aisles of Kroger

or Decompressing in the free-internet haven of a coffee store.

Richmond doesn't offer anywhere to hide from your fellow student,

not that this is a particularly bad thing. 

I come from a city where anonymity comes with the territory,

where you never see the same person twice on the subway ride to work,

and where you could befriend no one for more than a few minutes a year.

In Richmond, we are constantly bumping into each other at every bar, every resturant and every other city street.

I guess I have to try harder to find somewhere other than my own bedroom to hide.

Does Anything make me angry?

I have a small amount of anger, most of it gets directed at myself.

Angry that I'm not working enough

Angry at the work I'm doing is just garbage

or just Angry at the fact that I get angry at myself.

But I don't really get angry at anything specific.

I get annoyed at the traffic on Broad Street, the construction workers that stand around just to watch the traffic.

I get annoyed with my brothers, like everyone.

But what really makes me angry?

I was talking over waiting in a line with Jackvony, Husayn & Merkley, we got going on this subject, we blurted out the obvious of Religion, War and Social Security. Healthcare was a strong argument to get angry about. It staggers me that the country with the largest military spending on the planet does not look after the health of it's own countrymen?

Anyway that still doesn't make me angry

I'm relatively passive, I don't get in fights with people, always avoided the Rugby team aftermath at school and I always didn't get involved in physical showdown.

Never hit a man with glasses.

I'd probably break mine I were to hit someone with them.

Anger has to come from the soul, it has to make your blood boil, physically, you've got to change. Like hate, it is at the extreme of emotions, so whatever you say gets you angry, then it has to be at the peak of what you consider to be the worst of what people can do in relation to your own standards.

Enough nonsensical ramblings.

I'll update when I get properly angry at something

Ahoy Captain

Meanwhile, In Captain Buzzy's, I desperately try to hide from the Brandslamcenter and the insnaring internship pressure can.

There is no trendy music

There are just Church Hill people with their Church Hill clothes and their Church Hill looks and their Church Hill coffee and their Church Hill clothes and their Church Hill laptops.

I'm drinking the same coffee and prancing about on my laptop, my god I'm one of them.

Maybe like me none of them are from Church Hill, really they live miles away, they come here just to feel important or pretend to add a small amount of sophistication to their lives. It's possible they came just for the free internet.

They hide here all day whilst their husbands or wives  launch statewide manhunts just because they don't want to go to the mall. It's possible that their partners believe they have a job.

Whereas in reality, they are spending day after day, hour after hour trying to figure out how on god's green earth they ended up in a town like Richmond.

This place has a lot of green to it. Green is supposed to make you hungry. Alternatively this is really a starbucks in disguise.

Time to leave this utopian columbian roast sanctuary and retreat to a library with dusty books and an illiterate arthritic librarian.

There is always caffeine, more caffeine

I get the BBC radio on my laptop now, so get lost CNN!

STARBUCKS

Maybe they play the same music at all the Starbucks to make you all drink the same coffee.

Maybe they make you drink the same drink whilst you listen to the same music so that you can all think the same way and eventually brainwash you into a secret caffeinated army that will take over the nearest salad bar.

Maybe they just want you to have a "unique" drinking experience whilst everyone else around you is having the same thing.

The caffeine makes me shake and i just come back for more.

I don't care, I'm stealing internet from Baker's crust whilst watching the fashionable monkeys of carytown go about their Sunday afternoon without a care in the world.