It's Dark and [the Baltimore Metro] is Hot
Tonight I was screamed at, by a guy who could make good money doing voice-over work if only someone would finally make that DMX cartoon, for texting while driving. As we both stood on a platform waiting for the subway.
I've been steadfast - for a whole week - in my Lenten refusal to use my earbuds during my commute. I guess I am trying to take down at least that one (of the many) barriers between me and, like, people. It relates to Lent only insofar as my entire spiritual and religious belief system is predicated on the idea that God is us. And we are him, slim with the tilted grin... oh wait, that's Snoop Dogg. Damn it, my whole life has been a lie!
So I used to write this kind of stuff in a blog called, quite cleverly if I do say so myself, which I do, Commuted Sentences. You know, because commuting. But I was commuting four hours a day then, and now I'm not, and also the biggest part of my Whole Thing is that I don't follow through on stuff. The next biggest part is that thing where I believe God is in everyone and we meet God in loving everyone, and then I go really far out of my way to avoid most of everyone so I don't have to, like, love them. Or be confronted with the ways in which they are terrible, either. So, no earbuds til Brooklyn, or Easter, or the next time some damn kid gets on the train without his earbuds blaring 2 Chainz on his iPhone. I'm going to love you, Baltimore, you City of God, and all of your bizarre, inane, and legitimately freaking charming conversations, even when you scream at me for texting while apparently driving a subway platform.
Anyway, I'm not commuting far anymore, so having a whole separate commute-centric blog to neglect on top of this Tumblr, whatever in blue hell a Tumblr is, that I'm already neglecting just fine, seems weird. Plus, one hates to dilute the brand. My single follower might experience brand confusion.
