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Hm. You know, this evening I've figured out that- I just don't care for dealing with drunks.
Not even necessarily alcoholics, nor sloppy drunks- just past a certain point of inebriation, for me people are less enjoyable to be around. Call it something like vaccination- just a nip of what I know I don't like, to guard me from more of it.
Some people on booze or pain-meds are just themselves to the nth- I've had that experience with both, and I must say, no matter how much I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, I'm always glad after the switch is turned and I've suddenly got back who I started out with. You don't have to turn into another person entirely to be really. Fucking. Annoying.
. . . .
I also had my first traffic accident today- or at least the first where someone wanted to call a cop. There's this godawful powder-over-slush out, or at least there was at the time, and I was going pretty slow- but the girl ahead of me was going suddenly even slower as she turned right, which was reasonable given there was a pedestrian cruising for a Darwin award ambling across her path. Couldn't slow enough, got turned around by the slush and had to turn further to avoid it being head-on, so we glanced off one another. Her bumper was a little scraped, and the loosened part of that corner of my car was a little looser and saggier, but no one was hurt and neither of our cars was either new or seriously damaged.
We both called our parents on cellphones, asking after the procedure, and even after I'd spoken with my dad, who is a long expert on these things and said in this kind of weather it's perfectly permissible and in fact standard procedure to just file a report within 48 hours, because it was asking above and beyond for a cop to come out, and I was trying to see if we could come to an agreement on whether or not to file insurance claims, since I really didn't want to wait an hour or two (how'm I to know how fast these things work, and on a night like this with sirens every which-way every five minutes?), and the wench just calls a cop even as we're trying to work that out. So I'm polite and go into my car to wait and cross out the information I'd been trying to take down in the damn snow with no flat surfaces to lay the damn notebook on.
It took a while, but not forever, and it's not like the party I was going to was anything formal where punctuality is a big thing. The really piss-off was just waiting while the report and the tickets got written. It wasn't even until I got home that I realized the policeman hadn't given me back my license, which in hindsight is probably a good thing since I didn't know that was standard operating procedure and I might have made a fuss and looked immensely foolish. Still- if I need to identify myself anytime before mid-February, all I've got is a school ID and a couple of tickets.
Bugger all.
So, that's been my evening. I did have fun talking with the fellow geeks at the comic store, although I wish some of my friends were less vicious behind the backs of other of my friends than they are- this feeds back into the top complaint about dealing with drunks who are more themselves when in such a state. Makes me wonder sometimes how I'm spoken of, despite the reassurances of being a favored/favorite person. Or does it even mean anything, when someone's tipsy?
*shrug* Not as poisonous as some circles I've been in. I suppose every now and then it needs puncturing and draining.
Not even necessarily alcoholics, nor sloppy drunks- just past a certain point of inebriation, for me people are less enjoyable to be around. Call it something like vaccination- just a nip of what I know I don't like, to guard me from more of it.
Some people on booze or pain-meds are just themselves to the nth- I've had that experience with both, and I must say, no matter how much I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, I'm always glad after the switch is turned and I've suddenly got back who I started out with. You don't have to turn into another person entirely to be really. Fucking. Annoying.
. . . .
I also had my first traffic accident today- or at least the first where someone wanted to call a cop. There's this godawful powder-over-slush out, or at least there was at the time, and I was going pretty slow- but the girl ahead of me was going suddenly even slower as she turned right, which was reasonable given there was a pedestrian cruising for a Darwin award ambling across her path. Couldn't slow enough, got turned around by the slush and had to turn further to avoid it being head-on, so we glanced off one another. Her bumper was a little scraped, and the loosened part of that corner of my car was a little looser and saggier, but no one was hurt and neither of our cars was either new or seriously damaged.
We both called our parents on cellphones, asking after the procedure, and even after I'd spoken with my dad, who is a long expert on these things and said in this kind of weather it's perfectly permissible and in fact standard procedure to just file a report within 48 hours, because it was asking above and beyond for a cop to come out, and I was trying to see if we could come to an agreement on whether or not to file insurance claims, since I really didn't want to wait an hour or two (how'm I to know how fast these things work, and on a night like this with sirens every which-way every five minutes?), and the wench just calls a cop even as we're trying to work that out. So I'm polite and go into my car to wait and cross out the information I'd been trying to take down in the damn snow with no flat surfaces to lay the damn notebook on.
It took a while, but not forever, and it's not like the party I was going to was anything formal where punctuality is a big thing. The really piss-off was just waiting while the report and the tickets got written. It wasn't even until I got home that I realized the policeman hadn't given me back my license, which in hindsight is probably a good thing since I didn't know that was standard operating procedure and I might have made a fuss and looked immensely foolish. Still- if I need to identify myself anytime before mid-February, all I've got is a school ID and a couple of tickets.
Bugger all.
So, that's been my evening. I did have fun talking with the fellow geeks at the comic store, although I wish some of my friends were less vicious behind the backs of other of my friends than they are- this feeds back into the top complaint about dealing with drunks who are more themselves when in such a state. Makes me wonder sometimes how I'm spoken of, despite the reassurances of being a favored/favorite person. Or does it even mean anything, when someone's tipsy?
*shrug* Not as poisonous as some circles I've been in. I suppose every now and then it needs puncturing and draining.
