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So yesterday, I blitzed on the job hunting, and went downtown Boulder to check out a place I'd applied for. Pretty cool building, so I'd be happy with that job. Then I wandered down the street to a local coffee shop there. Amante's Cafe or something. It was snowing, so it was a very artistic walk. The coffee shop was a bustling little bistro with English soccer on the TV and a loud Welsh announcer, so not the ideal place to "linger and chat" as the advert advised. So I couldn't really write write, although the two gents sitting next to me were having a very INTERESTING conversation about power games and mind control (he had a freakish boss, apparently) and how he'd just lost his job that day, and how he was kind of glad to be out of that abusive relationship, where it had gotten to the point where every time he met or saw his boss his whole body would tighten up and he would start shaking.
I'm taking notes like mad, right? It's good stuff, to hear it come out of someone's mouth like this. Might be good if I needed notes on a story about mind games. Then his friend asked him, why didn't you leave earlier than this? Why didn't you speak up? So the guy goes, get this, "I've always been rather negative about those stories where I hear of abused women, wives, you know, who are in a relationship where the guy beats them, her husband, and I'm like, leave, woman, what's your problem? Just leave. Until now. Now I understand why they can't leave, they can't speak up. They blame themselves. They're ashamed. Like I blamed myself. I was like, you start blaming yourself. How do I fix this? You start having a certain kind of response. His mere presence set me off. I never understood it. As for talking about it? Forget it. I felt...stupid for being that scared. Now I know."
Can you imagine having that kind of revelation?
PS The coffee was great and so was the chocolate croissant
I'm taking notes like mad, right? It's good stuff, to hear it come out of someone's mouth like this. Might be good if I needed notes on a story about mind games. Then his friend asked him, why didn't you leave earlier than this? Why didn't you speak up? So the guy goes, get this, "I've always been rather negative about those stories where I hear of abused women, wives, you know, who are in a relationship where the guy beats them, her husband, and I'm like, leave, woman, what's your problem? Just leave. Until now. Now I understand why they can't leave, they can't speak up. They blame themselves. They're ashamed. Like I blamed myself. I was like, you start blaming yourself. How do I fix this? You start having a certain kind of response. His mere presence set me off. I never understood it. As for talking about it? Forget it. I felt...stupid for being that scared. Now I know."
Can you imagine having that kind of revelation?
PS The coffee was great and so was the chocolate croissant
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Date: 2008-01-10 06:04 pm (UTC)I just hope this guy is able to find something better for him as well.
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Date: 2008-01-10 06:09 pm (UTC)As for the guy...his friend was a good listener. And the guy was taking a close look at what happened to him, so I'm thinking he'll be able to move on to something better. I'm, like, hooked on coffee shops now.
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Date: 2008-01-10 06:16 pm (UTC)and yeah, i like to hang out in public places like libraries and coffee shops and bistros and boutiques, observing the flora and the fauna, so to speak. plot bunnies hop into my lap and start licking me.
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