Five Minute Karmic Maturity Bonds

[nfotxn]

Today I came out to my gangster friends in my English class. There are three guys two of which are Asian, one Iraqi and a white dude of the tough urban persuasion. I think it was a boundary of mine to write these guys all off as morons and not really interact. So in the spirit of breaking boundaries I decided to sit at their table instead of my usual keeping to myself or other emo nerds.

It's been really cool, being able to relate to them. And even cooler to be out to them, to gain respect for not being a gay gay and broadening their perspectives as I look to expand mine. They call me the walking encyclopedia but I also listen to just enough hip-hop records and read just enough music news to talk about Biggie and Tupak and generally relate. So far a really cool experience. I play them some of the hip-hop and instrumentals I think they haven't heard on my iPod. Stuff like Dabrye, Saul Williams, Buck 65, El-P and Anticon stuff. They're good guys, if a bit rough around the edges.

Dave Chapelle will unite the world in "I'm Rick James bitch!" epitaphs. Well if he stops being crazy.

After work, waiting for my last bus home there was some 2nd year McMaster University hipster waiting at the bus wearing pantaloons. Yes, fucking pantaloons which outside the context of a renaissance faire look stupid on anyone. Being kinda hyped up on Awesome Customer Service Crack (adrenaline) I dial the bus check schedule number and listen to the whole thing, not just my route. I ask her what bus she's waiting for so I can tell her how long it'll be and get the most indignant response.

"Why are you asking me this?!" She sneered like I was coming on to her.

I tell her I'd just called the bus check and say it'll be 2 minutes. Maybe she was upset that I made her miss part of her song? But I believe you make the world you live in. And random acts of kindness make the world a kinder place for everyone. I just kinda hang my head for a little while, distraught with the coldness of people, until a passing man in a car slows down and starts making odd gestures. I assume he wants to talk to me for directions.. but I approach and he waves his hand like "back off!". Then he's gesturing the girl in the wacky slutty pantaloon getup like a Lassie pointing to the well where Jimmy fell in. He drives off frustrated.

"You'd think he's never seen pantaloons before!" She sneers once again.

She gets on her bus before me and then I realize: he thought she was a hooker. Talk about some serious instant karmic pay-back. Ok, I know that's not real karma. But I love being spiteful sometimes.

Comments

[jawnbc]

You too are totally a gay gay. Puleez!

[nfotxn.livejournal.com]

I admit that I am fully gaytarded but also a bit of an individual and a tad less stereotypical than a Queer as Folk archetypes that these guys probably relate to fags through.

[jawnbc]

oh well sure. I mean, aside from Ellen Degeneres, who's that phaggie?

And thanks for popping my skype cherry!

[gusmacroy.livejournal.com]

Hey, I've noticed that the U.S. spends more on AIDS per person with the disease than any other disease, even though some others cause more deaths. What do you think about this?

[nfotxn.livejournal.com]

Conspiracy!

ps: stop being a bitch.

Trip my cliquewire!

[gusmacroy.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to think of more faux upsetting declarations you can make that will get you mass unfriended. Accusing bears of being racist is just too easy. Maybe you can just accuse them of having an "endless capacity for counterfeit astonishment."

Re: Trip my cliquewire!

[nfotxn.livejournal.com]

On one hand I want to trip the cliquewires but on the other I think I want to get laid when I go on my first California Sex Vacation.

Re: Trip my cliquewire!

[gusmacroy.livejournal.com]

Is that a new Disney attraction?