There’s this older white guy with long white hair(picture a hippie) that I’ve seen on my route for many months that walks other people’s dogs. We’ve waved ‘hi’ to each other in the past and today I had a parcel delivery to a home where he was at to pick up a dog.
Hi, I have a delivery for this house
Oh okay. I don’t think they are home but I can take it for them
There’s some money owing from Canada Customs
Oh, I can’t help you there
A second later he saw a sign on the door with instructions to go around back for the delivery. I went around back and met the recipient. Not too long after, the older hippie guy comes by and says,
Oh hey, you’re home. I was going to pay that for you if you weren’t home
What? First thing I thought was that this old guy was full of shit and was trying to make himself look nicer than he really was. I also thought about how he was so confident that I wasn’t going to call him out on his bullshit. He didn’t even know how much the bill was. Fake fucker.
I haven’t had any starchy or junk food this week. It’s a good way of eating. You feel light and not intoxicated. Unfortunately, you feel hungry really quickly which is the way it should be.
After work I went to the local big box store to buy some stuff. I bumped into a wife of an old friend. I was an asshole. My lack of enthusiasm and short monotone answers made for a negative interaction. I felt shitty about it after and emailed an apology. She didn’t deserve my shittiness. Apprehensive feelings instantly come over me whenever I see the friends I used to be so close with or those affiliated with them like their wives. I just don’t know what to say anymore.
I’m starving. It’s like I never ate.