They Might Be Giants
1.) I’ve decided that I’m going to smile when I’m in the grocery store. 49% of the gay population in Indianapolis shops at the downtown Marsh on Sundays, so I might as well look like a happy person. There are already too many people in the world scowling at boxes of low-calorie snacks. I don’t need to add to that
2.) I HATE that I catch guys looking at me WAY more frequently when I’m wearing a baseball hat. I wear it when I’m lazy and I don’t want to make my hair look okay. I can’t help but feel like it’s some sort of masculine costume. Stupid marked clothing.
3.) But also hello, dudes.
It usually only bothers me a minimal amount that I’m single and attracting little to no attention from the same sex, but now both of roommates are coupling off with their romantic others. I’m really happy that both of them are having fun and finding people they enjoy, but I’m starting to feel the “why the hell do you live in Indianapolis?” question looming above me.
To be fair, my lack of attention from the same sex is likely a “me” issue and not an “Indianapolis” issue per se, but it’s easier to blame a city for my own faults than own up to personal deficiencies.
My goal in the next month will be to determine what direction I should continue along after my TFA commitment comes to a close. Education is something I would potentially stick with, but I think my school is slowly crushing my belief that I’m efficiently working towards a meaningful goal. Spinning my wheels getting only moderate gains is by no means how I want to spend my life, and I don’t intend to let that be the case forever. I also think that the work stagnancy and melancholia is coloring my perception of other (i.e. romantic) areas of my personal life, and that needs to stop.
Candid shots are dangerous when your neutral face is pensive as all hell.
Southside of Indianapolis near Southport.
Summary: One killed*, one injured, one house completely leveled, others on fire in the vicinity.
*searching for citation beyond scanner reports