Do you ever feel like you're being watched?
Do you ever sit in a Starbucks wafting your Venti Pumpkin Spice Latte and just............. Watch?
What do you see?
Or better yet --- What are you thinking?
It's an honest question when you think about it......Op....Think?........ Honestly now -- It's the honest questions you really need to dig deep into what "deepness"/logic/poetic well being you have.
Are you a creeper? --- Are you the one sitting there watching as each person walks by and how amazing Christmas Cards to friends and families would look if they were by your side?............. Have you ever ran after them screaming matching sweater ideas for the cover?.........ahem...... me neither.......
Or do you sit in a sort of bliss as your Ipod takes you into a Utopia of sound that blasts an array of emotional melodies into your heart?......... I think it's safe to say..............
You're a creeper.... Drink your damn coffee and GET OUT!!
No honestly.
Watching...... Watching the world is something we all love to do. Don't lie to yourself. I'm here to tell you that it's alright! Give a spotlight to that chipmunk nestled under that cotton and twigs before realizing it was just road kill and that was rather just it's back fur and bones................ ahem..... bad thought..... cough*
Shine your attention to that man in the subway playing his heart out because he isn't giving up on a dream. That he is there to play music because his heart doesn't beat with the same passion as it does with each strum of his guitar. Toss him a quarter and a friendly hello next time wont'cha? Why do you need it? To buy a coffee just for the new "Christmas Cups" that came out 2 months to soon....... :)...... Fine.... do it. :) --- but buy him one huh?
Okay okay...... I'm a student -- trust me. I'll be the last one to go looking to give my money away. But as my partner in crime so stupidly does - he has rubbed off on me and I do find myself offering up my spare change to that man who could scare your nostrils into a rather burning sensation from a simple sniff of the urine scent in the air from him trying to keep warm on a cold winter night.
But that's just the obvious...... When you watch -- do you see "lost"?
No not the television show you twit! But I mean it as simply as - do you se
e someone who needs directions!? -- Are they in your city? -- Damn skippy you will offer them directions! That's the least you could do for someone who is visiting and idealizing your home..... But of course ----- as I preach of service --- I ask you to be wise............. HERE'S WHAT MY GOOOOD OL PAL DID GOING HOME ONE NIGHT FROM THE GREYHOUND STATION............ :)
(you thought I had forgotten hadn't you? You lanky little putz!)
-Mission 35- Watch your investment skip off into the night.
Alright --- so I'll start off by saying that sure...... His heart was in the right place by offering up a well rounded amount of funds to a man "in need". And even if he wasn't soo much in need, than "pulling off a scam" - my good ol pal lives and unwritten life. And good on him for offering to help........... the putz.
So now I turn your attention from my life to-----
The Many Adventures of Jordan D. Pipher
...... Sure there's another middle name in there - but I'm a man of words..... This just sounds better ;) - take notes. (also excuse me for this wont be 100% accurate due to me not being there - and me not sharing the story with Jordan's enthusiasm and his questionable logic towards this happenstance. --- I will also fail to add other details that may prove Jordan in the "right" -- but that is simply for my own enjoyment - especially for his annoyed reaction to this retelling :D)
So there he was.....................................................................................................
pretty good so far right?
Traveling by the Greyhound Bus Transit was a weekend thing for Jordan. He rocked it soo often that if he were allowed to earn frequent flyer miles and use them - he'd be on the moon right now. But going back and forth from Peterborough to Toronto and then a simple rinse and repeat deal was his life as he studied and came to Toronto for a musical.
He got off the Greyhound bus around a similar time each Sunday night. Rather late into the night - but not early enough to hear the bar keep shout out both a "last call" and the "morning specials".
And of course every good story needs a little drunk...... And into the scene he walked. :)
Stressed - and not fully in a state of inebriation where he needed some help with certain things like walking or talking - but it was clear he had come from a bar......... Mainly because he told Jordan this.
Let's call this man "Howard" --- just for the hell of it..... I'm sure Jordan remembers this gentleman's real name - as he usually is good at (but to reaaaallllllyyyy test it I am now going to stress him out by getting him to remember the name of the man we found drunk on the street on New Years and helped him walk to a house party to which he offered us a fine assortment of cheap beer and women who had no clue they were being auctioned off.......... - he wont get remember ;D).
So Howard was in QUITE the pickle here! -- He was all dil
ld up and not happy (hehe) - For he was having a jolly good night with his fellow chaps at the pub - and they LEFT HIM!.... And oh no - they all lived out of town! That stinks -- I hate going to such a thriving city like Peterborough and indulging my taste buds at one of their world renown pubs ;) -- and then being left by such good friends...... Oh nuts!
But - this man was in need - and here before his eyes was a light post..... And beside the light pole was another.... oh wait ... nope - that's a man!
"I need your help" --- not what he said - but in the small talk he started with Jordan he inevitably got to the fact that he was in a tight jam and he needed help getting home in the means of money for a taxi - Because he was completely broke after a fun filled night in a Peterborough Pub! - Duhhh!
hmmmm.
So Jordan simply offers up the cash that he has...... Which equals to about ...... Nothing...... And so with little Cent's ;) - he offers to go to a bank machine and get what money he will need to get home.
This was an intelligent man! Howard..... For Howard knew exactly how much money it would take to get from their location to his home...... 40 dollars on the button! ---- what a knowledgeable man! :)
So this exchange happens and giddy as a school girl who is actually a man in third year musical theater school - he thanks Jordan for being the Saint that he is --- and he skips off into the darkness of an alley.................. wait a tick.......
Wasn't he grabbing.......... a ........ taxi?
Oh no worries Jordan would think to himself... He is probably going to grab a cab on the next street over - because there aren't that many near the Grey.........hound......... station.......
OH! He is probably going back to the bar to call home and tell someone he is going to be alright.... Yep that's it!
So off skipped Jordan to a bus stopped and waited to go home.
A bus came and Jordan hopped on board like a sailor on his long voyage across the ocean blue...... Though this was cement - and it is only about a ten minute bus ride to his house...... So really...... When you think about it...... It's nothing like that at all.... :)
So after a few moments Jordan is curious at why the bus driver is not doing what he does best - and driving.... Oh he is talking to someone outside....... Oh........ It's Howard! What a silly guy that Howard! THIS IS A BUS!....... Oh that Howard...... sigh :)
Howard gets on the bus..........................
Here's where Jordan ponders for a moment before raising the eyebrow and ask the fun question to himself.... " A WHAAAAAAA?!!!??"
After a few stops Howard notices Jordan and after what can only be assumed as a "oh shit" moment - he walks over to Jordan and thanks him again for his contribution in his life. He explains that it is better for him to get closer towards the campus and hitch a cab there in stead. Just to be on the safe side and making sure he has enough money to get him all the way home.
Oh that's alright then...........................
Not many more stops later Jordan and Howard parted ways - never to see each other again........
The End.
The moral of this story is this:
As contradictory as this story is to my philosophy of giving to those in need...... You cannot always choose how you are going to help in this world..... You simply have to live it out and keep your eyes open.
Now our dear Jordan --- To this day --- still believes t
hat our Friend Howard used that money to get home...... He's a good positive thinker. Trust me - If you are the worst type of person that really just treats everything and everyone around you horribly --- Jordan will think good things about yah..... Hell you could be a murderous jenga-hating man and love the Toronto Maple Leafs - and he'll think "you-da-man" :)
Very good person that Jordan...... Though his wallet sometimes appear to appear just as skinny as he is --- I salute his willingness to give and serve for the sake of just helping another --- no matter what they are secretly sniffing later on at his expense ;D
So with a last thought -- and last laugh at how I spent the last 2 hours of my consciousness before a full day of classes and a test - to tell you som
ething you should already know and insult my best friend in ways that only I can truly get away with -----
Think about the big picture folks..... Next time you are sitting watching the world go by - THINK to yourself -- Where are you in all of this? How are you helping it spin?
Have a good night -
-pJ
: on a side note - I actually really do like Peterborough - it's quite lovely :)
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