Who are you?

[Kozmik]

I’ve had two ‘what the hell’ moments at the end of a very, very, very surreal week. First, the prolouge… It snowed. In March. There must have been at least a half inch of snow on the ground. I was busy studying (I had one productive day reading and taking notes) and so I didn’t get much time to spend outside.

But, then, the next day. I woke up in a daze because when I went outside that morning, there was no snow on the ground. The sun was streaming off the bare pavement. There was a fleet, yeah, a fleet of Detroit school buses with, get this - no school children inside. Then I saw a Continential bus waiting on the side of the main road. (I’m thinking “fly Continential”… ok, I think, I’m going to be leaving now…) And there was an Insomnia Cookies van. Mind you, these three incidents didn’t all happen at once and also I haven’t been yet adjusted to the daylight savings time. Did I mention the snow? – But it was during the day.
So now to the two surreal moments. After a breathtaking walk with the sun shining it’s light down, clouds, breeze and trees - I walked up to city shopping center where I usually have a day at the end of the week to sample food at Whole Foods, eat at the resturant and browse at Barnes & Nobles. Ok. So here I am, going up to the Barnes & Nobles, after a walk, and the sun is setting, and I overhear two clowns talking about “the tennis ball effect”…

First, I’m just looking at the cars and how the sun is casting a shadow over the parking lot and the Barnes & Noble facade. But these two jokers - they are so obxoxious. I think they were sitting on a car? Just talking like I wasn’t there.

I mocked them.

When the girl said “…like the tennis ball effect” or some stupid concept (I checked Google. nothing.) - I didn’t say a word: I slightly moved my arm up and down like I was bouncing a tennis ball. I smiled with my sunglasses on, half-sarcastically, half-mockingly. It was more of a smirk. You should have seen me. I was wearing my stereotypical outfit

“Who are you?!”, I overheard her say as I walked up to the bookstore.

Who are you? Are you asking yourself that question I thought to myself as I went inside.

[jnglmassiv]

@Kozmik

I’ve had two ‘what the hell’ moments at the end of a very, very, very surreal week.

Your post is giving me one of those moments now.

[Spice_Weasel]

Bernard Jaffe: You’re a funny guy, a good guy.
Vivian Jaffe: Keeping everyone laughing, so that maybe, quote, you don’t get depressed.
Brad Stand: [shouting] Well, what’s so great about depression?
Bernard Jaffe: Nothing. Unless it holds the key to something you compulsively avoid, so it will never be examined or felt. Hence your behavior becomes repetitive like the story.
Vivian Jaffe: Like the story.
Bernard Jaffe: Like the story.
Bernard Jaffe: Shut up. Alright, I don’t have to tell stories.
Vivian Jaffe: What do you think would happen if you didn’t tell the stories? Are you being yourself?
Brad Stand: How am I not myself?
Bernard Jaffe: How am I not myself?
Vivian Jaffe: How am I not myself?
Bernard Jaffe: How… am I not… myself?

Your post feels as surreal as your day probably did. I was reading that thinking, ‘‘It sounds like he’s describing my neighborhood…’’ then looked up and saw who was posting. I enjoyed reading this.

[eleanorigby]

@jnglmassiv

Your post is giving me one of those moments now.

Me, too. Pass the scotch.

[Kozmik]

@olivesmarch4th

Your post feels as surreal as your day probably did. I was reading that thinking, ‘‘It sounds like he’s describing my neighborhood…’’ then looked up and saw who was posting. I enjoyed reading this.

I remember one more detail about the moment. Before the girl, apparently bewildered, calls out, “Who *are * you?!” She was saying to her friend, “Look, this kid comes out of nowhere. What? Hey.”
Who are these people? :dubious:

You know. One of us. One of us.