Woosh

So I'm done with math forever. Those five classes I'm taking now? They just became four. Man fuck math. I'm never ever going to use calculus ever. EVER! Nono, Pinocci. I will not become a civil engineer. I will be something that has more practical application in real life. Like studying the cause and effect of the deaths of supervillians. Or something. Iono.



Today, some old lady came into the shop to sit down and talk. and you could tell she was quasi homeless because only homeless people talk to anybody and everybody who will listen (not to mention she told me she was). She talked to me for about half an hour about her situation. She had an abusive landlord and was afraid to go back to her home, so she decided to take to the sf streets. She stayed with a friend or two, but tonight she might be out on the street or hopefully in a shelter. She talked of her friend on the force and in the clegy down the block. When she left she was crying, half about her story, half because apparently, she finally found somebody to listen to her.

I'd be the worst hobo ever. I'd be too shy to talk to anybody. Too embarrassed that something like that had happened to me. But I'm too much of a social creature to live like that. I wonder how i would handle it. I could continue lurking in the corners, talking only to my hobo brethren, and only the cool ones. Or I could grow some hoballs and not care. After all, life has it's ups and downs - who says i'm out yet? Or i could pretend like i'm crazy and have a bit of fun. Or i could become a statistic...

But you know what? No matter what hobopath i choose to take, I swear to god i will spend as much time as possible on my personal hygene. I'll spend forever under a public restroom sink awkwardly washing, shampooing, and shaving my body. Nobody would be able to tell i was a hobo! Except for my clothes...

What happens to your stuff when you become a hobo? Where does my tshirt collection go? Where does my wardrobe go? Where does my bed go? Where do my pens and cups and hangars and chairs and bedspreads and jugglingballs and bicycles and posters go? Do i pawn them? Do i throw them out? Does somebody take them?


Aww, I quit. This post is too depressing..