J9

I’m about two feet from what I can only imagine is an intimate part of a man’s body. I don’t like it but I can’t stop staring. I imagine it has a long story behind it and he probably doesn’t tell many people. He certainly won’t tell me so I’ll sit here and speculate while he sleeps; dreaming of only god knows what while we fly 35 thousand feet above his home. He has most of his head shaved because hair doesn’t grow there anymore. Too much testosterone? Maybe a dastardly accident…likely a combination of both.

I tied a woman’s shoe this morning. I didn’t know her and didn’t need to. She seemed uneasy about the incredible travel that I would need to take- from six feet in the air to a few inches off the ground- but I figured we were taking an even larger one together so why not let bygones be bygones. Her elderly back disabled her from being able to bend down so she walked slowly as to not trip. Rather than ask for help she just took a slower route. I often find myself taking the same course of action and consider it to be second nature at this point. It’s funny that I can point out the ridiculousness of another person’s actions and call the same ones sane when I am the one hobbling.

I learned today that the contents of bubbly drinks enter the blood system at a faster rate than still drinks. The context further warned of the dangers of mixing alcohol with carbonated drinks due to the faster absorption rate. To me it just seems more efficient.