Sunday, March 3, 2019

PATRIOT ACT

The new episode of Patriot Act with Hasan Minhaj is about civil rights under the Trump administration, and it basically highlights how Ben Carson, Betsy DeVos, Wilbur Ross etc, work against the very communities they're supposed to protect. It really is sad to see that the only problem the show has is in choosing which cases to even expound on and explain, because the administration just seems to be doing worse and worse things all the time.

So I was talking to a friend at work yesterday, and she asked me whether I was planning to date again. I told her I was waiting to see how my school applications will go, 'cos I applied to study either psychology or women and gender studies, at four different colleges in New York, 'cos I just applied through CUNY. The results will be out starting March 18, and if I do get in, I'd be starting school in fall this year, right.

I said I didn't feel there was a point in dating now, 'cos I might (or might not, I don't know) be leaving in the third quarter of the year to study for four years in the US. She said I should just have fun, go out for dinners, just enjoy the company, and not take things too seriously, 'cos she's engaged to be married at the end of the year, and she misses just dating around. She's not even the first girl friend who has told me this in the past two weeks.

The thing is I really admire and you could even say I envy people who can do that. I always try to do things like that and it never works out. I'm not an easy-breezy casual dater, even if I do think people should date around before getting married.

Look, I remember the things people say and do, way beyond what the people probably even meant or intended to. Nick said I was the first person to have made him come after he'd gotten a divorce from his ex-wife, which I then realized was an exact line that happened in Friends. I met Nick in 2015, four years ago, when I went to LA the first time.

I remember Joey's number, which drives me insane, because those are nine digits I haven't texted for close to two years. I've changed my phone twice and gotten a new laptop since, and the number is lodged stubbornly in my brain. For goddamn what? I don't even know. I remember Adam putting on a record while he cooks his dinner.

I remember all the things about all the men I've dated, the one who had an STD, the one who doesn't believe in monogamy, the one whose parents recently got divorced once their kids had grown up, the one who got cheated on. I remember Ben telling me about Tux wanting to sniff at drinks and food in human dishes, just to know what it is, without any interest in actually consuming it.

On my timeline of my brain, you could slice a tiny portion and I would be able to pan in on it and magnify it for you. So no, I really don't think imma try to date casually anymore. Me outtie! Me outtie! I'M OUT!