So, this is my life.

And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

not on the corner of First and Amistad, part IV

where did i find god today?

a man in the elevator of my office building with me this afternoon kept laughing at the podcast/whatever he was listening to on his iPod (it was loud enough to hear, kinda, and it wasn't music).  he didn't seem to care that there were several other people in the elevator with him, as he was so enjoying his listening material. his laughter made me smile a bit, it was so genuine.

i've experienced this before with books.  laughing out loud while reading a funny book in public should be embarrassing, but i never care at the time.  when i read David Sedaris's 'Me Talk Pretty One Day,' as well as with Chelsea Handler's 'My Horizontal Life,' i caught myself L-ingOL wherever i was reading.  i didn't care if people around me looked at me as though i were crazy.  i just wanted to read more.  that's a good feeling.

good for the guy on the elevator.  you go, boy.


1 comment:

Piney said...

I laugh to myself all the time too. Perhaps a little too much considering I have quite a cackling laugh and sound mentally unstable. Well at least we're all having the time! :-)