I've been wanting to write for a bit, but things have been a little rough since my return from Italy/Slovenia (great trip, though... hopefully more on that when I can concentrate better).
I don't want to just bitch, bitch, bitch, so I won't go into details. I wish I were the type of person who could string humor through the badness, lightening the load a bit. But I can't seem to do that...
Still though, things aren't terrible. I still can leave my house and laugh during the day and concentrate in my classes. They're just a little off-kilter and it's throwing me into a funk. Not the danceable kind of funk, more the kind you find on the underside of your kitchen sink. Maybe I'll write about it when I come out on the other side.
In the meantime, while in the throes of sadness this early evening, I ran into the metro and stepped onto the line one to head towards my Spanish class. I hadn't eaten all day and was quite hungry, and I had picked myself up some pre-packaged lentils. I sat down on a metro seat and ate some, but gave up when I realized they tasted like ass. Moments later, a 40-something guy walked by one woman and yelled, "It's not couscous, lady!" in her ear as he beelined towards my seat. That had me a little worried, not knowing what he was referring and fearing the lentils had something to do with it.
Of course, he was referring to something in his head, but no matter - he was on to a new topic and letting everyone know about it. Shortly thereafter, he began singing opera-esque songs at high volumes, with sweeping motions of the arms and the whole deal, while most of the train turned to see who the hell was making such a racket as I dodged his flailing arms.
Then a young man got up to get off the train, and apparently my Crazy Friend liked the looks of this guy, or at least found them highly amusing. For the next two minutes, maniacal laughter poured from the Crazy Friend as he made the "PPpphhhh" sound that little kids make after they say, "Nani-nani-noo-noo" and then stick out their tongues. This guy dropped the preface and went straight for the act, doing 10- to 15-second-long "Ppphhhhh" sounds, followed by his own laughter. The guy getting of the train didn't appreciate it all that much, though.
Next the Crazy Friend whipped out a brochure from his pocket: Fez, Morocco. He began reading the brochure out to the train, adding little commentaries as he pleased (maybe it all related back to the cousccous comment, I don't know... but there was a picture of couscous in the brochure). The train got to know all of the details of his upcoming trip, and which parts he found more amusing than others.
It was pretty cool sitting next to him for more then ten stops. My ears actually hurt afterwards from the yelling.
Other odd things I have dealt with today include:
1. A man at the bike repair store who yelled at me when his phone rang, as if I were somehow responsible
2. An hour-wait in a doctor's office with no air circulation, followed by a six-minute visit with the doctor that cost me 50 euros and ended with a "let's see one another again in four months"
3. A Boy who yelled at me this morning for asking him if he would come to the doctor's with me.
4. A crying fit in the middle of the street while talking on the phone with said Boy several hours later.
5. A very hungry stomach.
Bad, bad Thursday. Praying for Good Friday.
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