Another Aspect of the Aging Process

Wednesday, September 13, 2017 ( Friday the 13^th comes on Wednesday this month)

I still have nothing important to report.  Besides the morning coffee shop jottings, I haven’t been doing much writing.  If it wasn’t for a couple of these blog blathering, I haven’t written anything.

But tonight is the night.  The Tonight Show is a rerun.  I’m not sleepy enough, or drunk enough, to go to bed.  The Kodi thing is fucked up.  There’s nothing left to do but pen immortal prose.  But what I do does not involve pen or paper; it’s more like typing than writing.  So I’m starting off on the wrong foot already.  But here I am, so I may as well continue.

Robert and I have not really resolved anything (rain vs not raining).  I was pissed off because he thought I lied to him.  We had a reconciliation at the coffee shop.  It was his idea, not mine.  He had come to the coffee shop just after the incident.  I saw him sitting with Fred one morning, but I didn’t feel like talking, so I bypassed the coffee shop.

But Robert is nothing if not persistant. If I wanted to continue to go to the coffee shop, I’d have to confront Robert sooner or later.  And finally I did.  I think he accepts the idea, that while it might have been raining for me, it was not raining for him.  For most people this would only be an annoyance, to be briefly argued, and then forgotten.  But I am not most people.  There are lots of social skills I never learned, or didn’t bother to learn.  Conflict resolution was one of those skills.

My shortcomings in interpersonal relationships are only part of the problem.  My cognitive functioning is coming apart just as fast as the meat suit is coming apart.  It’s not just absent-mindedness.   I am having trouble keeping up with more than small talk and chit-chat.  I hear speech sounds, but I don’t always get the meaning.  If I want to make a comment, I know what I want to say, but I can’t find the words.  Or, if I start talking. I forget what I’m talking about half way through.

I’m looking forward to the Wise Guys Seminar on Friday, but I expect to be more of an observer than a participant.   When writing I can recall, revise, and rewrite.  When conversing I make speech-like sounds that may or may not be meaningful.