Wednesday, July 13, 2011

My Pet Peeve

Living in proximity to wealth -- my current arrangement -- I go over to Michigan Avenue, for coffee. My trip went downhill almost immediately, for I had to move over to other side of the room. This in order to avoid a loudmouth man there in the middle of the coffee shop on that side. As I believe I recently said above, he was yammerindo --- all about his numbers and money.
     I don't do that. This is more boring than anything I can imagine. I would rather hear just about any other conversation than a man talking about his wealth in numbers. It is intolerably dull. I would rather intentionally publish spelling mistakes or hear rap music.
    Then the vulgar scene repeated itself. It happened again, in other words, this time on the other side. And I mean these are the better sort, the rich people if you know what I mean.
    Anyway, the new motor mouth, money-confessional-tell-all-two, was on the cafe couch, and he was a little bit skinnier. But it was basically the same hyperactive money garble.

    So... Yet again, I had to move! By Jiminy!

    I ended up next to some European tourists. They were OK -- had nice kids, too.


  1. Europeans are funny; they tend to hide their wealth instead of flaunt it. They do get just as motor-mouthed when a bottle of vino is about though :)

  2. The thing that in the end makes me the most nervous about my attempt at copying an English writer of note named Wodehouse, he's English you know ... was that I myself talk about money, sort of claiming that I am living large, or, as I putted: "in proximity to wealth." I immediately try to wriggle out of any possible reperussions, by writing, "my current lifestyle," whatever that means. Whatever --- it's the truth. But the truth isn't always enough in writing. Here, I too motor mouth about not my wealth, but my proximity to it, which may or may not be the same thing.

  3. At what point does one's current "proximity to wealth" one way or the other become no longer the focal point of life? Or of course one's past proximity wistfully or future proximity wistfully. If you can enjoy your individual moments in the coffeehouse as if they were the bites of a perfect plum, all is well. Even if the moments aren't perfect and don't go anywhere perfect either.