Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Anger Management training streams of consciousness (unedited)

As the speaker paced back and forth espousing his propaganda I nervously shifted in my seat. "He's getting a little too close to me," I thought, terrified that he might request my name or ask me for my opinion. "What would my opinion be?" I thought. "How can I have an opinion without knowing what he's asking of me or knowing what he thinks?" I snap out of it as everyone around me begins to laugh. " I wonder what he said that's so funny? It probably wasn't that funny. I just can't believe that we've been here 45 minutes and we're still on the first slide. We have 29 more to go. He jumps from subject from subject almost completely disjointed from each one, but he's so passionate about it. oh, no, it's that lady again! She always has something to say. Why do people like that talk? They just aren't self-aware. (Not like I am anyway.) The details are hardly engrossing. In fact, the more words spoken the more meaning lost. I sip my coffee and wonder why I bought this terrible coffee out of the gas station cappacino machine. It reminds me of when I first started drinking coffee in 8th grade. I think that possibly stunted my growth. Too bad. I always wanted to be tall. I'm snapped back to reality as the speaker loses his train of thought. I think he might have seen me writing. I wonder what he'll do. He reads a quote from a philosopher. "Serenity comes from having few expectations" -Lou Marinoff. What a name for a philosopher. I can't take a philosopher seriously if his first name is Lou. Plus, it's a cop out quote. Why don't you just have no expectations? Now the annoying lady is speaking again. At least I can manage my anger, even if she can't. There seems to be a high proportion of brown nosers in the class. Another sip from my thick, lukewarm coffee reminds of my wasted $1.05. Coffee should never be this thick, it's making me nauseous. I wonder how many people in here are learning something? I must have horrible breath. The taste in my mouth is like curdled milk. I feel like I should drink a little more just to get rid of the taste. I adjust my tie and am filled with pride when I feel the knot. This has to be one of my best double winsor I've ever tied. The key is the kimple. I'm very happy with this dimple. It's just a little off center, but that really builds character. I nod my head as if I'm listening to the speaker. Maybe he thinks I'm so interested in the class that I'm excitedly writing down notes.
(Break)
The video:
You've got to love the training videos. This one starts off with some blues and a guy walking into a bar. He's obviously had a bad day. I can't wait to see more. Everyone looks interested this is about the best fun they've had all day. There's just something about a flickering T.V. that you can't turn away from.

1 Comments:

At 10:52 AM, Blogger The Scribe said...

I LOVE This entry. It's great. I find myself nausciously experiencing all that you experienced that dreadful day. the coffee, the know it all, the never ending slides. Oh it's all so dreadfull, yet hilarious. Well done

 

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