Travis Bickle is Lonely

I feel like I've been way the fuck too serious in a lot of my recent posts. The thing is I can't help it. I get spiraled in pretty deep sometimes, it's just what happens. The new job has contributed to that, lately. Despite all that, there have been some really funny moments involving clients (and some staff, too), and I don't mean funny laughing at them - it has more to do with the utter frankness with which some of them address you. There is one guy at one of the homes who will say something along these lines to you several times a day: "Am I doing good with my boundaries? Am I setting good boundaries between us? Because you're not my girlfriend. So I can't hug you or touch you. I just want to make sure I'm doing a good job."

Another resident, who at first seemed very quiet and reluctant to talk to me, spent a good deal of time today telling me about her participation in the Olympics as a figure skater, her ability to do a seventeen minute aerial spin, a fleet of submarines, boats, and airplanes that she commands and the speed at which they travel (a zillion miles an hour), about Michael Dukakis being her father, and traveling to the moon and landing on it with one finger, among other things. Bear in mind that none of this came across as being funny when she was explaining it to me, and even thinking back on the conversation it's still not "funny" - but I was amazed at the successive layers of detailed information she shared with surprising clarity and enthusiasm.

I promise, I promise - I am not going to turn this into a blog about my job. It hasn't been my intention to mine my work experiences for novel little stories or quaint vignettes. It's just that I have been so immersed for the past two weeks and it's all quite new to me, so you're just going to have to put up with hearing about it now and then. I'll try to keep it to now and then.

Watched Taxi Driver tonight. I had never seen more than little parts of that movie. If anyone has an opinion about whether the ending is fantasy or fact I'd like to hear it. By ending I mean like after all the blood. But if you've seen it and have an opinion on that then it's a little silly for me to explain that, right? I mean, what I mean by "the ending"? Right. It's obviously a wonderful movie. I'm realizing I need to watch more movies starring Robert DeNiro. He is so not over-rated.

If it wasn't so effing cold tonight I'd walk down the street and get a drink at the bar I have yet to check out. But I don't even want to drive down the street. There are still some lone cans of PBR in the fridge. And they're gettin' lonely.