sugarfish

If I'd been in the Rat Pack...

Good to see all the SGLA people tonight who came to Instant Films! Sorry I couldn't join you afterwards for food... My neck... you know, it's fucked up. This, too, shall pass. Congratulations, Maxx on assembling a great team and making a fine short!

And now... Some small stupid thing is stuck in my mind. Last night I was on Sunset heading west in Hollywood -- Friday night and it was bumper-to-bumper, and this guy in the eastbound lanes wanted to make a left in front of me. But it looked to me like I was already too far into the path of his turn, so I pulled forward so he could get through behind me. But the guy took it like I had just lurched forward into the intersection, blocking it just so he couldn't get through. So he starts yelling at me and gesticulating, asking why the hell did I have to go and do that? And I tried explaining (with my hands -- you try it -- namaste, and "I'm sorry" over and over and gestures) that I was actually trying to be a good samaritan and move forward so he could get in behind me, but he wouldn't listen, rolled his window down and yelled "you asshole!"

Silly, simple misunderstanding. No big deal. I should just forget about it. Shit happens. But for some reason, I can't! He was a young guy, knit cap pulled down, looked just like Warn Defever of HNiA... seemed like... a nice guy who was deeply and genuinely hurt by my action, and I could see why it would seem like I had totally done a dick thing... God, this is so small and stupid, and yet I keep re-living it... Wishing I could go back, roll my window down and say "I was trying to move forward so you could get through behind me," or "I was trying to do something kind and it just looks like I did something pointless, rude and selfish, and if you can't see that, then fuck you, you're the asshole!"

So... if someone you know fits that description, and he tells you about some asshole who totally cut him off for no good reason... Please explain for me. It was just one of those stupid things. Oh, and tell him FUCK YOU! for me, too.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go make a witty one-liner and sip my drink.

Oh great, now I think everyone's going to think I'm an alcoholic. HALF A BEER IS ENOUGH TO INEBRIATE ME!!!

Oh, my silly brain. My silly, critical, obsessive and otherwise jocular brain. Would that I could send away the parts of it that would so benefit from a good, long vacation, then move, and not leave a forwarding address. But then I'd just be a complete buffoon without any sense of propriety whatsoever. Sure, I would enjoy it, but it would get really tiresome for everyone else really fast. Too self-conscious. Too cautious about offending or saying the "wrong thing." I need a new mantra.