Slaphappily Crazily Talking

THere's a philosophy theory that says your true self is only revealed flashes at a time, when you do things that you can't explain, because you just had to. i forget who said that, it was one of those ten people on that one contemporary perspectives chapter. actually, less than ten, because it was a guy. anyway, his name isn't the point. i think, that your true self isn't just revealed in sudden flashes, its also revealed when you're tired. i have come to the conclusion, by seeing how i become slaphappy and can't control my thoughts and talk to myself much more when i'm tired, that your true self also comes out when you're tired. see, the parts of your brain that you use to keep your behavior in line with what society deems it should be (ie, not talking to yourself, thinking bad thoughts, laughing at stupid jokes) fall asleep, even though the rest of you is still awake. therefore, your behavior is much less controlled, leading to slaphappiness, strange thoughts, and other general 'craziness'.

what else was i going to say...there was something...it was there...really it was....i swear...really...oh! i was at work tonight and i was practicing some little show choir move and robyn looked at me strangely. i told her i was practicing for show choir. she said something like 'oh, your in show choir? we used to have a show choir.' and i was confused, because as far as i knew, loveland still had a very good show choir that had been around for a while. i asked her what she meant, and she said they didn't have show choir anymore. she said something about parents complaining about something...i don't know. how do you just get rid of a program like that? and as far as i was aware it was a good program, both middle and high school. what on earth could the parents have complained about that would lead to this....? i suppose it doesn't affect me at all, really, i just thought that was really really odd. i wonder if mrs. b. knows?

i had a rude customer today. she had a big order, and i rang it all up right, and then she asked for cigarettes. virginia slim menthol light 120s (i know, theres a crazy amount of types of cigarettes). so i went over to get them, but we were out. as far as i could see, we had every other kind of virinia slims- regular light 120s, menthol ultra light 120s, but no menthol light 120s. so i went back and told her that, asked her if she wanted another kind but she just got frustrated and said our store was getting horrible about having cigarettes. i let that slide, because it was against the company, not me, and i had already noticed she was in a horrible mood. so i franked her check, gave her her receipt, have a nice day, all that jazz, and she left, or so i thought. i was in the middle of my next customer when she came back and said, in a very rude tone of voice, 'just so you know, you do have those cigarettes right on the shelf'. if i hadn't been in the middle of an order i might have gone over and asked her where exactly she saw them, because the kind she had asked for weren't there, and i'd had her repeat it for me twice, since the name was so long, so it wasn't that she said the wrong thing. robyn told me a couple minutes later that she'd thought the lady was extremely rude too, especially for coming back to tell me that, especially considering she hadn't looked closely enough to see that they weren't even really there. oh well. when she came back up i just shrugged and ignored her and let her ruin her own day with her bad mood. thats usually the best way to deal with those people who insist on being incredibly pessimistic and rude.


Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans.