Yesterday a trip to the store. A man was agitated having to wait in line. He was making loud comments trying to get the other customers to join in his dissatisfaction at having to wait. No one reacted. While I was putting my cart away he went to his vehicle which was parked next to the cart returned. He said the squeaky wheel gets the grease. The conversation that followed was chaotic and contradictory. He started talking about his boss and how smart he is because he assumes everyone is lazy. I said he sounds like an asshole. He said "well here we are, God bless you" What didn't make sense is how this guy was aggressive and opinionated, but allowed himself to be subjected to a boss, that demanded full throttle employees. What stuck with me after the encounter is how abrasive, and noncommital communicating is in California. It has the cadence of now! now! now! hurry up do something, okay that's enough stop bothering me. After all that nothing is said, no conclusions can be drawn. It leaves one feeling like they should check for their wallet, or see what time and date it is, like you've experienced a mothership abduction. It leaves one with a horrifying feeling like being suddenly traumatized. I can say with certainty trying to slow down the exchange brings about more catastrophic details that lessen the chance of finding the truth. Especially when getting to the truth the charade must first play out its course. I watch this cycle repeatedly. People get stuck in their charade, it comforts them. Like hiding under a blanket from the monster under the bed. If you can't see it, it can't see you.
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