Something happened to my during my commute home tonight. Suddenly, and without explanation, I began to feel overwhelmingly… awkward. That’s the only word I’ve been able to come up with to solidify the feeling. I simply became intensely uncomfortable for no reason whatsoever.
I closed at Starbucks tonight with two of my favorite people in the world, Stubbs and Kilroy. We succeeded in making the job what it should be: fun, funny, productive and easy (not always such a simple task in my store, for whatever reason.) We stopped by Rock Bottom afterwards for a beer and some meltedcheesewithbread dip and even more laughs and enlightenment.
I ended up catching close to the last train home. It wasn’t going to Lechmere, and I didn’t want to tempt fate with the gods of the MBTA, so I instead went to Central and (very luckily) caught the lazy bus to Inman.
It wasn’t a crowded commute, so late in the night. I’d be scared if it had been, actually. At some point during sitting on that bus in Central Square, awaiting our departure, I became overwhelmed with this awkward feeling, and I just can’t shake it.
It bothers me enough to become overwhelmed with an emotion in the first place. It drives me absolutely batty when that emotion is so indescribable and unjustified. I just had a really excellent night filled with people, food, events and other such nouns that I really enjoy and make me generally very happy and content with my life.
I’m exhausted. I’m going to go take a very hot shower and go to bed, and we’ll see where we’re at in the morning.
