Wednesday, December 7, 2011

What Kind Of Person I Am ( Creative Writing )

I'm the kind of person who will calculates a few moves in advance, even over some of the simplest decisions. I'm the kind of person who doesn't mind waiting a long time, and I mean a real long time, in a line for something that is worth it and for that I have learned that patience is, more often than not, undervalued in this day in age. I'm the kind of person who wears sunglasses to the supermarket. I'm the kind of person who doesn't wear a jacket in the rain or carry an umbrella; it's water people. I'm the kind of person who can know every face and recall what it looked like at any age. I'm the kind of person who you don't want to go against in Jeopardy. I'm the kind of person who can hold a real silver coin in my hand and be amused thinking about where it has been and who has touched it over its many years, flipping it up to myself as I ponder. I'm the kind of person who will help out a random stranger load something heavy into their car as I am walking by. I'm the kind of person who says 'Bless you to anyone and everyone, even if they are one hundred feet away in a crowded hall. I'm the kind of person who will ask a dog owner if their animal has been out in the woods before I reach down for a pet (the mere thought of the dog potentially carrying poison ivy oils is enough to deter me from touching even the nicest looking animal). I'm the kind of person who, when I damn well please, will not even leave the house some days (mostly only on Sundays, though). I'm the kind of person who plays finger guitar on the steering wheel with my opposite hand even though I feel I may be getting carpel tunnel from doing so. I'm the kind of person who you can't simply look at and know what is going on (in my brain that is) . I'm the kind of person who, when asked of something that happened in the past, will give you every known detail or; when refreshed by you on the matter hazy to me, will again give you every known detail. I'm the kind of person who says the wrong thing and always laughs at the wrong time, not on purpose, though. I'm the kind of person who's eyes seem to be locked into a type of trance that give off the type of expression a mime would consider cheerful. I'm the kind of person who, despite long odds unknown to him at the time, played and dominated high school and college baseball. I'm the kind of person who has never dated despite having played baseball in high school and in college. I'm the kind of person who lets the party flow around him instead of jumping into it.

I'm the kind of person who used to listen to the cowardly lion inside his head. I'm the kind of person who had a father who never thought I would be able to drive a car. I'm the kind of person who would stay in alone every night and watch other people have fun. I'm the kind of person who finally decided that my passion, gold-smithing, will be my career (and trust me the parents are happy about this). I'm the kind of person who is only beginning to believe in himself and now has enough courage to do so. I'm the kind of person who realized what he is meant to do. I'm the kind of person who doesn't mind sharing what he has learned (still working on my book).

I'm also the kind of person who has let life pass by him up to this point and realized I had to do something about it.

Questions or Comments? Let me know.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Epic Buying Failure

So I was trying to meet an older woman to buy a pearl set off of her, via Craig's List. I have done plenty of deals like this successfully. Last night I called her after emailing a few times to set up a time and a place. She said to me, "Oh, I just emailed you". This was at 7:24pm and I called her at 7:25pm while with my Dad. She said she could meet the next day, today, at 1:30pm, at the Nissan dealership in Beverly. I said "OK" after she talked my ear off for ten minutes (My Dad actually called me on the phone to give me an excuse to hang up. The reason we were going to meet there is because she had a doctors appointment at the hospital less than a mile away. She said to meet at 1:30 sharp and to wait for her if she was late. I agreed and put the details in an email to myself as a reminder.
So today I drove down to Beverly, thirty miles and 45 minutes through traffic and detours. She does not have a cell phone. I got there at 1:15 and waited, until 2pm, the time of her appointment. I was looking for the blue rental car she said she had at the time. She never showed up. Pretty pissed off, I left. I called her twenty minutes ago. She said "Didn't you get my email?" I said "No", thinking she had sent a new one his morning, which I would have gotten even on my phone because I can check it on the go. She said "No, I sent it last night about meeting today". I told her that I drove all the way down and she interrupted me with "I told you there were other interested parties" Before I could say, well we had a whole conversation with times and meeting places set in stone and to make sure I was not late she said, "What's done it done, good day". I yelled "BITCH" into the phone before she hung up, or at least I hope so.
Listen: I know she's older and gave me a time and set all the rules I had to follow, but seriously, Andira or whatever your name is, you wasted two hours of my time, my gas and most of my tough as nails patience and faith in people to do right, so you can take your excuses and GO F*** YOURSELF!

Was I wrong or was she? Please let me know.