rounding up.
I've been so busy lately. This week I found myself moving around a whole lot more, talking more often, running here and there and meeting new people. I love it. When I was at Borders I treated myself to Chuck Palahniuk's Haunted, which thrilled me on the train ride back to school. Of course, there was the issue of lugging back 4 other books for reviews but I won't complain. Then there's the new job - good people, interesting subjects, doing something I thoroughly enjoy. Chronicle work's better and better with new writers. Was struck with a fantastic bolt of inspiration a few nights back, and I came home scribbling everything down, talking about it to my sister because my flighty memory might fail me. To be honest I carry a notebook with me wherever I go, in case a funny idea or thought comes to mind. You never know when they might come in handy.
Anyway, today on the bus on my way home I sat next to this lady and her child. The girl was about 3, and she kept on staring at me and reaching out to grab my (gasp) clean white bag. I honestly thought she was going to puke at it anytime soon. This is EXACTLY WHY I don't like sitting with other people's children on public transport. It gets really awkward, especially if you couldn't care less but you know the mother is observing you so you look down at the child, smile and say hello. Maybe do something political like play with her tiny finger. I suck at handling children but they seem to be fascinated with the Big (Un)friendly Giant that is me.
So there I was looking as tensed up as ever, with my default blase expression and this tiny kid stares at me acting like a big fat lump. She drops her toy car (yay to banishing all stereotypes! This was the only thing that cheered me up) so I bend down to pick it up, and suddenly her mother is eternally grateful. It never pays to be nice sometimes because you have to continue being nice and well isn't that just a pain in the ass when all you want to do is shut up and read your stupid book.