Reality Strikes Again

I look young. If I've shaved at all in a given week, I'm going to get carded at any 21+ establishment... And, sometimes, at 18+ ones. People guess me at 5-10 years less my age, which is quite the flattery. Nearing thirty, I'm beginning to think of myself as approaching adulthood. But, as a college student suffering all the illusions of immortality, I often thought of myself as a child, with all the trappings thereof. The day my friend brought me to her library of her youth, while we were on spring break of my junior year, we strolled into the children’s department. Three kids were running about playing merrily. The immediate sense of bonding was shattered when the older looking boy glanced up from their distraction, looked right into my eyes, and shouted, “GROWN UPS!!”

That’ll dispel your illusions of eternal youth.

Yesterday night, someone told me that season 7 of Dr. Who, was up for streaming on Netflix. Today I'm inconsolable. #drwho #DoctorWho

— Morris DuBose III (@MoTheThird) September 2, 2013

Undeniable Adult Truth #12 Lets just ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray. I don't want to restart my collection, again. #growingup

— Morris DuBose III (@MoTheThird) September 1, 2013

Buy Local... Power?

I don't really think that I like to fight for the sake of fighting... I used to. But, I got over that a while back. I do like fighting for a good reason. I think this is a good reason. Big companies aren't inherently bad. Many of them, however, do use their powers for evil and not for good.

Campaign For Local Power from New Era Colorado on Vimeo.

Undeniable Adult Truth #10 Bad decisions make good stories. #growingup

— Morris DuBose III (@MoTheThird) August 31, 2013

Put Your Trust In...

A coffee shop near my place has a bulletin board available for community use. Some of the notes become their own little conversations. This one was just a little hilarious.

"Jesus, I trust you."     "Science I trust you."

Dot

I try very hard to make my interactions with other people, positive. I like others to be happy that we crossed paths. This is especially true with people who are stuck at work whilst I roam free.

So, when I walked up to the very bored looking young woman behind the register at the office supply store, we chatted. We had a brief pleasant series of exchanges, but when I attempted to sign up for their email list, she discovered, and informed me, that the period key on the keyboard was broken. We laughed and mused that even on a boring day, everything doesn't go off without a hitch. Opting out of the list, I finished checking out, and commented as I turned to leave, "Good luck with your period... Wait!... I..." The compounded agony of my faux pas was the realization that a woman and her daughter had stepped in line behind me. Making, manic eye contact with the woman in line, I blurted out, "Not period. Just the dot key on her keyboard." And ran out of the store. At least she doesn't have my email address.