Met some people yesterday. Nice people. I have plenty of nice things to say about them, if I can only get over the resentment I feel towards them for being so awesome. Damn.
Getting that “small world” vibe again: Nadia and I trade blog addresses, and late last night I read that she is another one of Those (y’know, “Them”) and that yes, once again I am feeling some subtle cosmic shove in the back propelling me towards SF and all the “people like us”. Can’t seem to be able to say with certianty whether I’d be…
Intimidated by a surfeit of smart, well-travelled, expressive, educated, creative youngsters, or…
Just plain annoyed by a surfeit of smart, well-travelled, expressive, educated, creative youngsters.
I wonder if I just might be a little more of a small-town hick than I know.
My InnerGalit assures me that I just need to get into that comfortable place; with myself, with others, with settings that neither confine me nor amaze me into inactivity.
Bah. Too tired and depressed and cranky to work it all out.