i think my paranoia is growing and i don't know why. i didn't do anything wrong!
seriously, these things are getting progressively more cultish.
i'm not talking the epic brutality/corruption traits, either. i think they are tinkering with a code of elitism that is designed to alienate and befuddle anyone who approaches them. each and every encounter, lately, does not fail to seriously confuse me.
- over the weekend my friend and i approach an officer directing traffic. well actually, he was just kind of standing in the middle of the road. but let's say.
one of us asks:
"excuse me, officer. can you tell us where canal st is?"
cop: (long pause) "can you tell me why you want canal st?"
friend: "uh, because we were asked to meet someone there"
cop: (medium pause, eyes roll slightly, a slight head shrug as if to convey "HUH?", a look of vast annoyance creeps across the sloping forebrow) "canal is.. across, over... i can't see why... i repeat, can you tell me why you want canal street?!"
me, in fantasy world: "TO PURCHASE MESCALINE, OFFICER PORKBLUB"
- an hour ago, in a small store, pouring a large cup of coffee. i hear a whistled tune approaching me from the right. , in my periphery i see someone striding up quickly. i'm thinking some random friend is trying to get my attention. twisting my neck to look, before me is a lanky, moustachioed officer, with a wry grin.
he says very loudly "HOW YOU DOIN TODAY, SIR?"
me: "okay, how are you?"
officer: (dead silence)
i am afraid.
seriously, these things are getting progressively more cultish.
i'm not talking the epic brutality/corruption traits, either. i think they are tinkering with a code of elitism that is designed to alienate and befuddle anyone who approaches them. each and every encounter, lately, does not fail to seriously confuse me.
- over the weekend my friend and i approach an officer directing traffic. well actually, he was just kind of standing in the middle of the road. but let's say.
one of us asks:
"excuse me, officer. can you tell us where canal st is?"
cop: (long pause) "can you tell me why you want canal st?"
friend: "uh, because we were asked to meet someone there"
cop: (medium pause, eyes roll slightly, a slight head shrug as if to convey "HUH?", a look of vast annoyance creeps across the sloping forebrow) "canal is.. across, over... i can't see why... i repeat, can you tell me why you want canal street?!"
me, in fantasy world: "TO PURCHASE MESCALINE, OFFICER PORKBLUB"
- an hour ago, in a small store, pouring a large cup of coffee. i hear a whistled tune approaching me from the right. , in my periphery i see someone striding up quickly. i'm thinking some random friend is trying to get my attention. twisting my neck to look, before me is a lanky, moustachioed officer, with a wry grin.
he says very loudly "HOW YOU DOIN TODAY, SIR?"
me: "okay, how are you?"
officer: (dead silence)
i am afraid.
