Not You, It’s the Tree

Today was a day of accomplishments and strange struggles. I finally managed to lease my new place, but there was a lot of bullshit and lies. However, the lies worked out in my favor–I ended up getting 1000 square feet for 300 bucks a month. Pretty good deal.

But what still strikes me about today is a strange encounter that I had while out on the town.

Some friends and I were driving to the leasing office when I saw an enormous fucking tree. To them, this was no big deal, but I was in awe. Vegas doesn’t even have trees that naturally grow there. So, seeing that huge, lush, green tree was kind of a “holy shit moment”. After excitedly yelling about it, my friends inquired as to which tree I was talking about.

My hand shot up and out the car window to point directly at that bad boy. However, when I did this, I noticed that I was also pointing at some guy stopped at a light in his truck. And he was looking directly at me. Pointing at him. He was so confused. It was so awkward. What the hell.

Obviously, the right thing to do was to frantically yell, “OH, NOT YOU, IT’S THE TREE.” He acknowledged me hesitantly, and I yelled again, “I’M SORRY.” He said it was okay. Once again, I’m yelling at him while he’s in his truck from my friends’ car while we are all stopped at an intersection.

Why do I do this?

It felt so tangibly awkward.

I’m special.

But it’s okay, you’re special, too. Let’s just all be awkward together and live on an island where we all yell at each other from cars and act socially retarded.

Good Night,

-Jaimie

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2 Responses to Not You, It’s the Tree

  1. You never know: maybe the exchange gave the guy something to blog about when he got home as well?

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