Confession of the day

I just had the most amazing day.

I've always promised myself I wouldn't use this blog as those stupid "new post: i ate chicken for lunch, [/end post]" things, but today was so endlessly fascinating. At this very moment I have copious amounts of adrenaline pounding through my veins. It's incredibly late, I should be in bed. My body is telling me thati 'm tired, my veins are speaking otherwise (finally they speak up, I was starting to think they were dead). One way or another I know i'll be sleeping like a baby.

So this fantastic day kicked off mid morning. I attended a taping of 'The Hour', who's guest host was the king of the world himself: James Cameron. I was quite surprised at Strombo's interviewing skills. He's endlessly charming and happily knocks down any awkward walls in his way. James seemed a bit canned, but whatevs, it's James mother-fucking Cameron. Spoke a bit on Avatar, nothing new, but to hear it from the real Jesus' mouth (as opposed to the mixed-wannabe-Jesus) was incredible.

Day continued to Yonge/Dundas Square where the real fun start to happen. All throughout my life, i'm very able to predict how things will end up happening. One such thing is through coincidences or key moments. Example: if something horrible happens in the morning, then that freaks me the shit out because it means i'll usually end up having a bad day (whether the egg laid the chicken is a whole nother debate).

So I arrived at Yonge/Dundas, and I was friggin starving. About to settle for a hotdog, I saw a bunch of random people eating pizza. 'Lo and behold, Pizza Nova (TM) was handing out free slices in YDS! SCORE! Limit of one, I blissfully ignored that and ended up with 4 in my belly ~20 minutes later. But then I started to get thirsty. About to settle for a drink from a hotdog cart, I saw a bunch of random people drinking pop cans. 'Lo and behold, Dole (TM) was handing out free pop cans of their carbonated fruit juice. Limit of one, I blissfully ignore that and ended up with 3. Two went into my shirt pocket, one went straight into my belly.

The main attraction at YDS was a slam dunk competition being put on by TIFF. Mediocre event, but the real interesting thing was a random encounter with my two most hated type of people.
A) Smart ass huge ego nerd. This guy was in front of me, had a passive-type of girlfriend. He kept rambling random utterly innane/incorrect comments like... god I can't remember any, but I knew he had one of my most hated personality-types. And then there was...
B) Over-assertive cocky father. And what type of kids do these fathers have? Nerdy insecure ones. Case in point. Over-assertive cocky father was here, typically married to a passive mother (who was also in attendance), and had a nerdy insecure son with them (glasses, pale skin, high pitch voice, the entire package). Again, the father said random stupid shit like "you should wave your hand so that they'll give you a prize".... when the kid is already waving their hand. Or creating impossibly false scenarios such as "i'll get the celebrities to play basketball with you later". Or my favorite: incessant yelling at people who are blocking his view, which is impossible to avoid in any crowd regardless of size. If someone's blocking your view, too fucking bad.

As much as I hate these personality types, I find them endlessly fascinating to watch and observe. The dynamic between ego boyfriend and passive girlfriend was fascinating. The dynamic between cocky father and insecure son was fist-clenching, but interesting nonetheless. Not only are people stupid, they can atleast amuse me while they're still alive.

After the YDS event, I went uptown a bit to kill time at the library. Naturally I started to get hungry again, and went to a nearby Manchu Wok. I love Manchu Wok, and I also have a SPC card which is a double bonus. But again, a wonderful coincidence happens. As I get there, I see them packing up. Sadness kicks in. I approach, and start reading the menu for kicks. So then the cashier randomly asks "hey buddy, are you hungry?". Immediately my spider-deal-sense kicks in. DING DING DING! Feigning nonchalance I suavely reply "I don't know, why?", "I'll cut you a deal". DING DING DING! So I basically end up with the most expensive combos at half the price. I happily eat my meal. I get thirsty, so I consume one of the sodas I had in my jacket pocket (happy coincidence again!).

There's an excellent ice cream store on College, and I have alot of time to kill. So I head back downtown, and swing by the store. Grab my delcious ice cream, and since I have time to kill, I decide to keep taking the College streetcar westbound to High Park station. So I get onto it, start eating my ice cream, finish, and watch the scenery passby. What's that? Bus driver calls out last stop. Turns out the streetcar *STOPS* in High Park, doesn't go into High Park station. Bad news? Not at all! I've been wanting to check out High Park for the longest time, and sine I had time to kill, this is just another happy coincidence. So I stroll through High Park, and eventually make it to my original intended destination for the evening: The Junction Arts Festival.

This Festival is absolutely amazing. It's sort of really what the Kensington Pedestrian Sundays 'want' to be, but are too politicized to actually 'be it'. It's just pure street market, with a huge dash of art. Randomness seems to be the key theme, where at any moment a street performance can strike up. Walking down the street you may thing everything's dead. Come back later, and a performance is in full swing. Random is awesome. But all this walking is making me thirsty. Thus I drink the 3rd and final soda in my jacket pocket, perfectly setting me up for the main attraction of the entire day.

David Usher.

He had a free concert at the Festival that evening. My 3rd time seeing him, but better yet my 3rd time seeing him free (for those that can't do math, I thus saw him 3 times where each time it was for free). Great performance, great audience interaction, great encore (4 songs!). Only downside is the fucking bastard still doesn't do 'Alone in the Universe'. He did it the first time I saw him, and it's incredible to hear 99% of audience sing-a-long word for word. Sure you can do songs that your hardcore fans know, but only a fool would turn down a song that everyday can follow along to. Or maybe a magnificent fool at that. Nonetheless t'was a fantastic performance, D.U. now swinging 3 for 3.

Now another big part of this day was something sociological. I immensely enjoy analyzing people, their traits, flaws, personalities, patterns, endlessly fascinate me. Professional career in philosophy and/or psychology was an extremely close second. I also immensely enjoy social experiments, whether it be in real life or on paper. So today I decided to do an experiment on myself. I spent the entire day alone! I do have a usual cast of characters I could've called out for any moment of the day, but decided to spend it alone instead to see how it would turn out. I was quite caught off guard by how enjoyable it was and the freedom that being able to make my own decisions and follow through on them was. Incredibly empowering.

However, it also reminded me that I do not know of one single individual who would've enjoyed spending the day with me through all the events, with no other obligations to follow through on. It serves as another reminder of how truly lonely I am.