17 de Julio
[A Stream of Consciousness Essay.]
Maybe tonight is one of the more destructive nights in this whole process, and a break in my very rigid schedule. But that’s going to happen and it’s honestly part of the process. I don’t know how I feel about this becoming basically a journal but, again, this is my “fuck it” project. My “I’m trying to stop being a perfectionist and just make shit and keep on making shit and understand that if you do that then gradually you will get better over time” project. That, or this is a complete waste of time, but then even that is a learning process.
Anyway, all the good things today were as follows. Woke up, and got breakfast at saltworks even though I’ve been terrified of going in there since the waitress ghosted me. She wasn’t there but I’ve broken the boundary and it’s really just a great breakfast spot and I’ve been sad that I couldn’t go in. Then I realized that I could totally go in. And I did. That felt good.
I played the drums today. I took a fat ass nap today. I bought a new keyboard, learned about some more operating programs with my dad, did some work on a project for a client, played a couple of songs, solidified a time for Noah to come over tomorrow, went to the coffee shop and learned about the concept of “Everyone is you, pushed out” from a Youtube video while eating Poke and having a delicious cup of coffee, with almond milk and honey because they didn’t have oat milk. I made a drawing of the same concept and I loved it. I met this girl who works for a media company there and does freelance. I got its name and wrote that down and put it in the freelance section of my Bullet Journal. I really fucking love that thing and I love Ryder for inventing it. I had a really fun conversation with Michael on the phone and I went to work.
I had a really fun time at work and I met this amazing family. Two girls, a son, and the parents. The dad is from St. Lucia. The only island that has been fought over 14 times, he tells me. “Listen, you are going to learn something,” he says in a heavy Greek accent, big curly hair and shirt unbuttoned a couple of buttons to show off his shiny crucifix “St. Lucia has the largest amount of Nobel prize winners per capita. We have two. Australia has two, but they have 24 million people. We have 100,000 people.
His son was this fancy little ten-year-old who liked to talk like he was 40. He got the Filet mignon and french fries. He is a playwright. He’s adapting this play from a novel. “It’s a Pulitzer prize winner!”
“Yeah, but who cares about the Pulitzer? You should really read the play ‘dream on monkey Island’ it’s from St. Lucia. It’s a Nobel prize winner!” His dad retorted. The kid reminded me a lot of myself and I told him that. The dad was a physician and he tipped me 100 on a 200 meal. That’s the biggest tip I’ve ever gotten in money or percentage. That’s a 50% tip. I was very humbled.
On his way out he went to a coworker and told her “Tell your manager how great Gio is, please.” and I was humbled again. After work, I decided to go out and I’m glad I did. I thought I might meet a girl but instead, I ended up meeting a whole bunch of realtors who hooked me up with some freelance writing work for them! I talked with them all night, took one of them to go get wendy's, got some cookies and cashew milk, and now I’m finally home. The junk food is a break in my regiment but that’s OK, we’re in this for the long haul and we’re getting there. Slowly but surely we’re really getting there and days like today prove it. I believe in myself and despite how cheesy it sounds that shit really matters and really does change shit. And I can’t wait to get just a little closer tomorrow. I love life and I love playing, now.
