Dude, bro, buddy, pal, champ… etc… These are words that can make you smile, chuckle and sometimes contemplate bashing someone’s face in. I’d like to look at the third one with an example I just experienced.
This older gentleman walks in to the copy center. He’s sporting the very dashing balding monk haircut and a vintage ‘90s starter jacket. He goes “Hey dude…” He said it with as much enthusiasm as your old college roommate reveling in his accomplishment of smoking his 4th bong of the day.
He starts to fax while addressing me as dude. Eventually he picks up his cell and starts talking professionally until he calls the guy on the other end dude. Hell, I probably use man, or maybe even dude too much, but this sounded like this guys favorite word. The icing on the cake was his fax got canceled and he said “Fucking thing is too fucking slow dude” and walked out… a monkish guy in a starter jacket.. who talked like a angry stoner…
I wish I could relate to more people ultimately. Meeting people isn’t easy Thom Yorke! I have my friends in the area, and I love them all, but there is an obvious shortage of like-minded music obsessed individuals. I do also realize working my dead-end job doesn’t help much.
I used to put some effort into going out to be social. Bars seemed like the obvious first step. I like beer and people hang out at bars. Sounds like a winning combination. Well… it’s a winning combo if you like to be surrounded by d-bags and whores. Honestly, if a girl spends more then 1 hours TOTAL (shower et all) to go to a shitty bar and and also wears a really whorish outfit… count me out. I realize most guys would be all about it, cause generally these girls do look good, but ehhh so not my type.
This area is wealthier then I really like, so the people reflect it. I wish there was a cozy little brew pub that catered to a more artsy audience. I really want to get out of this town, or meet some new people....
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