Uncomfortable Silences

Am I the only person that hates elevators? I think that they might be designed as a type of torture devise. I work on the thirteenth floor of the second largest building in New Orleans, this roughly translates in to riding in a elevator at least twice a day. Standing there with a group of people refusing to talk to each other, or look at each other, unless of course you get stuck in the elevator with that one creepy guy. You know the one I'm talking about, the guy with no understanding of personal space who will intentionally turn away from the door and stare at you, breath mint close, creepy. Or you could just get stuck with one person, both of you appraising the other and wondering if you are being judged. Then there is always the standing rule about getting off of your cell phone when you step in to an elevator that always makes me wonder, who comes up with these rules? Is there a book somewhere I should know about? It also makes me want to start really screwing with people, you know take a step closer to them with every floor that passes and when we are breath mint close say 'Hello.' You know, something like that. Give a knew definition to reaching out and touching someone. Poke them and say 'Tag you're it!' It only makes sense that if we are going to uncomfortable we might as well have a reason. My new goal...make the day a little stranger for the people in the elevator with me. Oh, and let's not even approach the subject of passing gas in the elevator.

I had a strange dream the other night about an old friend of mine that fell by the way side over the years. We had issues, things that just build up over time left unmentioned due to the others insecurities. Things that with time are just unacceptable to the other person about their friends character. In short it was what happens when you are unable to tell your friend that they are acting like a jackass because they take themselves too seriously. It is a shame too because no matter what I will always love her crazy ass, despite the bitterness. Still, I had this dream the other night that she and her husband were going through a horrible divorce and she was upset and needed help. When I woke up I was disturbed and wanted to call her to make sure she was alright. It was in that moment that I realized that despite our falling out I missed her. Sure there have been times where I would hear things or see things that brought up her memory and know she was happy or upset by them, but it was different. For example the Oscars tonight being hosted by Jon Stewart will have her on cloud nine, or the fact that there has been a clothing line based off of David Bowie might actually convince her to go shopping. These thoughts aside the other day was the first time that I actually felt concern for her well being, or her husbands, in a few years. After coming to terms with this renewed, or just re-realized emotions, I do hope they are alright where ever they are. I hope they are healthy, happy, and I hope they are better now then when we parted ways. I guess given enough time even my bitterness can begin to fade.