April 27, 2006

That smell

I am certain that I am not the only person out there who is actively engaged in a conversation with himself. It isn't out loud, mind you. It is sort of a quiet undertone kind of thing inside my head as I "talk" to myself about observations and the world around me. Calling it a conversation gives it too much gravitas, actually. Its more like a stream of consciousness babble that I only sort of pay attention to. Kind of like just not being able to turn my brain off. It gets more active the more tired I am. I have been tired for some time now, of course.

Here's one observation I thought I'd share it with you here. I was walking through one of the secondary passageways in Grand Central, on the way to my train and observed to myself that when the gentle smell of feces wafts its way into your nose, the following thought sotto voce intrudes into your babbling dialogue: "Please let that smell be from a dog and not a person. Please."

Thus proving that I have been in this city for too long.

Posted by Random Penseur at April 27, 2006 09:03 AM | TrackBack

Ew. TMI.

Thanks for sharing....

Posted by: Wicked H at April 27, 2006 10:40 AM

While certainly not the voice of absolute reason, that inner voice has assisted me in avoiding many a manslaughter charge...

It's that voice of a kindler, gentler, far more forgiving wannabe me.

; )

Posted by: Christina at April 27, 2006 12:19 PM

I'd be thinking the same of you, RP. But also thinking, "Let it be on someone else's shoe, not mine!" But, of course, I'm from the country.

Posted by: Roberta S at April 27, 2006 02:11 PM

Oh no, is this what I have to look forward to?

Have you any idea how CLEAN Australia is? :P And at worst, how clean and beautiful Canberra is?

*grins* Its nothing I did not expect.

Oh what an adventure...

Posted by: Zya at April 27, 2006 10:33 PM
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