Click images for desktop size: "Deep Sea Life" by blatte I made an appointment to get a haircut yesterday. Other than being enormously due for a haircut it shouldn't have been any more than what it was.
Except the haircutter demanded I look at her photographs. There were a lot of them. I flipped through the double exposures and out of focus shots. There were more of those than anything else, and looked at a few of her son with several different men I couldn't know.
I was told I was looking at the wrong ones. I was supposed to be paying attention to the double exposures and the out of focus. I was supposed to look at the blue dots and lens flare.
She asked me, "Do you know what that is?"
I said, "Len flare?"
Wrong answer.
This prompted a 10 minute explanation on bible and dragon stories, with a deep insistence that dragons are scattered all through the bible. As I didn't object in the first place I decide this wasn't a conversation but a tape she played. I went south on this because it totally confused me. Every time there was a mention of something I knew like Rasta she took it someplace I couldn't fathom.
It was all said with the clipped precision of an expert and the mad rush of words of the enraptured. Words with no passion but a grim determination.
I wouldn't have thought much of it except she ended it with, "You know, you and I need to hang out together."
I need to find a new haircutter.

At work (shudder) at this time of year I have to deal with an huge onslaught of coeds. Its fine, they're generally pleasant, don't smell bad and have mildly interesting things to talk about. But too often they flirt with me aggressively. I've given up speculating on what happened in their lives that a 20 something young woman would express attraction for an old tired man who falls over when he bends over to tie his shoe laces.
There's one little Korean girl where I do understand. She already feels isolated and alone in an area where the Korean population numbers in double digits. After the shootings at Virginia Tech she feels even more alone. Whether this is in her own head or the result of things going on around her I can't tell, never would be able to tell.
One of the major weaknesses in human relations is that too many men and women can't just be friends. They keep an undercurrent of sexuality always beating underneath it. That's not to worrisome, its when even the sanest person begins to twist that sexuality into an emotional subtext that problems arise.
It requires a certain kind of discipline and detachment to be able to tell the difference from your heart, mind and body.
So its with sadness that I see this little girl turning to me and really just looking for a friend, but not knowing how to express it in any other than a sexual way.
Sad and disenchanting. Disenchanted with America.
She called me twice and dropped by once. We talked about movies. I like Korean cinema a lot so we had that in common.

Click images for desktop size: "Sleeptime" by Mike C Peck It was evident that she had been yearning for some one to talk about things that interested her.
She said she would cook some Korean dishes for me!!
She's going back to Korea this weekend, for the summer. So there's no immediate worries there.
It distresses me that at a major university there isn't anyone hip enough to see beyond race to talk to this girl. She was amusing and pleasant. Its sad that she only had an old man to talk to, to smile at.
Sad for what it says our nation is rapidly becoming.
I don't know what's going to change it.
For me. I just keep plodding along always wondering why people like to tell me their dreams and fantasies and cock eyed visions of the world.

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