Saving it for Good

So many memories

I'm going to try something totally different here. I'm gonna write down a few thoughts and just hit publish, when I'm done. Kind of like freestlye rappin' with words. As it turns out, my smartphone is smart enough to let me do that. Stupid smartphone, it doesn't have a clue. I apologise in advance for any typos or grammatical shortcomings, I usually end up reading these things about ten times before I release it to the universe. And of course, if I offend anyone, too bad, go find your safe space and call your therapist.
Most of my ideas are already on my phone, in a little app called Keep. Keep is for Google nerds, like me, it's basically a place where you write stuff down, like a to do list, or a manifesto, and forget about it. We have an expression in my house, it's called "saving it for good" that's when you put something somewhere in the purpose of using it in the future, but you forget about it, and when you find it you kind of say to yourself, " why the hell did I keep this? I guess I was saving it for good" news flash- good never comes, good is now. Get rid of that shit, fast.
But I digress. here are a few thoughts from my Keep, I ain't Keeping them no more.
I ran into a guy I haven't seen in 20 years or so, while paying a parking ticket. As if it didn't suck enough I had to give someone (I have no idea who) 25 bucks io my hard earned schamoliens, I had one of those awkward moments where you know the face, voice, mannerisms, and smell of someone, but you can't remember their name. He said hey, extended his hand in greeting, I gladly reciprocated, exchanged small talk, and then I finally remembered! True to form, my very good brain kicked in, there was an audible sound of synaptic fizzle, and we were off! All of a sudden I had about 900 questions about everything thing that happened to him in the last 20 years, but all I could come up with was " hey man, how's it goin'?"
Sometimes I seriously think I'm a social retard. Make that all the time. I don't think it is shyness, just an inability to plan out conversations. I spent my entire career planning and waiting to execute those plans, knowing that the only way it is going to end is when it ends the way I want it to. Control issue? Frick yeah, you better believe it.  But a conversation? Where you have no idea where it's going to go next? In a public place? Oh man, get me a snuggie, or a tree fort, or something else that I can feel safe in.
I'm gonna start keeping a written list of all the people I meet and interact with on a daily basis, and any pertinent info, like work, interests, or thier shoe preferences, in hopes that I won't feel so awkward in the future when I run into them while paying a parking ticket. I'm going put it in my Keep. That way it will be saved for good.

Pistolgrip Out