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My mom's cancer free. I'm in a weird mood due to binging a japanese story based game called Yuuyami Doori Tankentai which is influencing my tone.
A few days ago I went to a european mall type thing. Like, outdoor and cobblestoned, not really a mall but that's what it's called. People lived above the shops on the first floors, and there were a lot of dog walkers. I went late, or at least after sunset, since sun sets so early now. I went into a christmas market with lots of german candies and sweets, live music, and a bar with festive themed drinks. I got some rum chocolates, that ended up tasting like crap, and some lady bug shaped candies.
When I walked toward the bus area, an asian lady was in one of the bus building structures- just cloudy glass with benches inside and a roof. When I walked by, she didn't blink and her head turned as she watched me. She got on a different bus without saying a word. When my bus driver finished his break, it was just me and him. He didn't say anything, but gestured that I could head into the warm bus out of the cold while he ran to the bathroom. When he came back from the bathroom, he still didn't say anything. It was silent for at least ten minutes, just the blurry street lights and the automated chimes of the bus. An unwell man (religious ocd?) sat in front of me. He anointed himself with peppermint oil, once on his chest, then on his shoulders, then the top of his head. He had a long, long beard, down to his belly button, and hair just as long. He had a white mask and talked to himself, it wasn't quite praying but it said something about religion. A tall black man got on the bus with a friendly demeanor, telling the bus driver he was in the middle of downloading the new bus app, and could he please get on while he finished setting it up? The bus driver said yes. Religious ocd guy started mumbling about how long the new system had been up, even taking the time to flip through the many apps on his phone to get the exact date of the first announcement to add to his muttering. I was tired, and I couldn't use my phone as it was at 10% or lower. I started singing Christmas music until he went back to talking to himself about religion. The tall man did end up paying, and shortly after me and him both pulled frantically as we had almost missed the stop. We got to talking, he asked if I was working by the coast and I said I was just visiting a Christmas market. We talked about the merits of Holidays and Winter as we rushed to catch a transfer. We had different buses, but the same stop to wait at. Before I left, I gave him one of the ladybug chocolates. He seemed very touched, he said he wouldn't even eat it for how cute it was. He touched my arm was I was leaving, a friendly kinda nudge.
Before all that I had went to another mall area nearby. Nothing of note happened, but it was pretty and I ate a sandwich I didn't like.
A few days ago I bussed over to the library my partner stops at on their path home from work. They were so happy to see me, and we went together to the mall. We ate at red robin and I still don't like it there. The plates had grease on them, the tea was overbrewed, and the food is okay at best. But I was glad to be with someone I loved. We walked around after and found out a Toys R Us is opening. It felt surreal.
At the end of october my doctor found something weird in my results. I went to a specialist maybe two weeks ago who said it was probably a false positive and to check again in a year. My partner and I had went out to the coast together for this. They supported me good, even though nothing ended up happening. I think we ate at dennys earlier in the day, but the memories are already blurry. I think today is not a good day for my long term memory.
I interviewed for a cafe I really liked. I tried to be authentic as I did, even though i felt stupid. They really liked me as a person, but opted for someone with more experience. I'm sorta underselling how much they seemed to genuinely enjoy talking to me, but I don't think it matters too much since I didn't achieve a friendship or a job. I think i'm just nihilistic though, I am proud of myself for giving people I respect a positive opinion of me. And at least I can almost believe I don't have to never go to my favorite cafe again, just because I dared want something.
I heard a true crime case that's worthy of note. TW for true crime. It's in nick crowley's internet's darkest corners series, episode 7. A man kills his wife of 12 years. He's on the phone with 911, saying they had a bad night, and he shot her right in the head, and stuffed her in their garage freezer two days ago. But today, he went out to move the body, and she was alive. She blinked, one for yes two for no, and he covered her in blankets and poured water in her mouth. He was fleeing the scene, but had promised her he would call the police to get her help. When police came, she was just where he said. In the basement, in the freezer, crammed in and with a blanket. But he was wrong. She was dead. Her brain was damaged, and he had cut off her leg and broken her wrists to stuff her in the freezer. There was no way she had ever been alive for him to see blinking.
Obviously the dude was found to be on drugs. But that's not really a compelling story. It's got so many markers of an internet folklore scary story, like the girl and her boyfriend who are stalked by a man with a hook hand, or the college girl who wakes up to find 'aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' written in blood after she stumbled to bed in the dark. The guilt or the ghost asking for help even after death is much more compelling. It's interesting to find a true story that's the right kind of fucked that you can see it mutate into a tall tale. Horrible, also. He wasn't sentenced, by the way. He died before cops caught him.
We didn't do much for thanksgiving. My love stuffed carrots and celery into a chicken. We got a bunch of pies from the worlds most incompetent delivery guy. J's dad had us buy boba and tamales. They were pretty good. I made a bunch of deviled eggs based off the ones me and my love had in the downtown, that had sweet pickled jalapeno's on them and chives. I don't remember when that was. It was cold and my love had an irish coffee alcohol thing they couldn't even stand to drink, straight up pouring water in it. I love them.
A few days ago I went to a european mall type thing. Like, outdoor and cobblestoned, not really a mall but that's what it's called. People lived above the shops on the first floors, and there were a lot of dog walkers. I went late, or at least after sunset, since sun sets so early now. I went into a christmas market with lots of german candies and sweets, live music, and a bar with festive themed drinks. I got some rum chocolates, that ended up tasting like crap, and some lady bug shaped candies.
When I walked toward the bus area, an asian lady was in one of the bus building structures- just cloudy glass with benches inside and a roof. When I walked by, she didn't blink and her head turned as she watched me. She got on a different bus without saying a word. When my bus driver finished his break, it was just me and him. He didn't say anything, but gestured that I could head into the warm bus out of the cold while he ran to the bathroom. When he came back from the bathroom, he still didn't say anything. It was silent for at least ten minutes, just the blurry street lights and the automated chimes of the bus. An unwell man (religious ocd?) sat in front of me. He anointed himself with peppermint oil, once on his chest, then on his shoulders, then the top of his head. He had a long, long beard, down to his belly button, and hair just as long. He had a white mask and talked to himself, it wasn't quite praying but it said something about religion. A tall black man got on the bus with a friendly demeanor, telling the bus driver he was in the middle of downloading the new bus app, and could he please get on while he finished setting it up? The bus driver said yes. Religious ocd guy started mumbling about how long the new system had been up, even taking the time to flip through the many apps on his phone to get the exact date of the first announcement to add to his muttering. I was tired, and I couldn't use my phone as it was at 10% or lower. I started singing Christmas music until he went back to talking to himself about religion. The tall man did end up paying, and shortly after me and him both pulled frantically as we had almost missed the stop. We got to talking, he asked if I was working by the coast and I said I was just visiting a Christmas market. We talked about the merits of Holidays and Winter as we rushed to catch a transfer. We had different buses, but the same stop to wait at. Before I left, I gave him one of the ladybug chocolates. He seemed very touched, he said he wouldn't even eat it for how cute it was. He touched my arm was I was leaving, a friendly kinda nudge.
Before all that I had went to another mall area nearby. Nothing of note happened, but it was pretty and I ate a sandwich I didn't like.
A few days ago I bussed over to the library my partner stops at on their path home from work. They were so happy to see me, and we went together to the mall. We ate at red robin and I still don't like it there. The plates had grease on them, the tea was overbrewed, and the food is okay at best. But I was glad to be with someone I loved. We walked around after and found out a Toys R Us is opening. It felt surreal.
At the end of october my doctor found something weird in my results. I went to a specialist maybe two weeks ago who said it was probably a false positive and to check again in a year. My partner and I had went out to the coast together for this. They supported me good, even though nothing ended up happening. I think we ate at dennys earlier in the day, but the memories are already blurry. I think today is not a good day for my long term memory.
I interviewed for a cafe I really liked. I tried to be authentic as I did, even though i felt stupid. They really liked me as a person, but opted for someone with more experience. I'm sorta underselling how much they seemed to genuinely enjoy talking to me, but I don't think it matters too much since I didn't achieve a friendship or a job. I think i'm just nihilistic though, I am proud of myself for giving people I respect a positive opinion of me. And at least I can almost believe I don't have to never go to my favorite cafe again, just because I dared want something.
I heard a true crime case that's worthy of note. TW for true crime. It's in nick crowley's internet's darkest corners series, episode 7. A man kills his wife of 12 years. He's on the phone with 911, saying they had a bad night, and he shot her right in the head, and stuffed her in their garage freezer two days ago. But today, he went out to move the body, and she was alive. She blinked, one for yes two for no, and he covered her in blankets and poured water in her mouth. He was fleeing the scene, but had promised her he would call the police to get her help. When police came, she was just where he said. In the basement, in the freezer, crammed in and with a blanket. But he was wrong. She was dead. Her brain was damaged, and he had cut off her leg and broken her wrists to stuff her in the freezer. There was no way she had ever been alive for him to see blinking.
Obviously the dude was found to be on drugs. But that's not really a compelling story. It's got so many markers of an internet folklore scary story, like the girl and her boyfriend who are stalked by a man with a hook hand, or the college girl who wakes up to find 'aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' written in blood after she stumbled to bed in the dark. The guilt or the ghost asking for help even after death is much more compelling. It's interesting to find a true story that's the right kind of fucked that you can see it mutate into a tall tale. Horrible, also. He wasn't sentenced, by the way. He died before cops caught him.
We didn't do much for thanksgiving. My love stuffed carrots and celery into a chicken. We got a bunch of pies from the worlds most incompetent delivery guy. J's dad had us buy boba and tamales. They were pretty good. I made a bunch of deviled eggs based off the ones me and my love had in the downtown, that had sweet pickled jalapeno's on them and chives. I don't remember when that was. It was cold and my love had an irish coffee alcohol thing they couldn't even stand to drink, straight up pouring water in it. I love them.
