Borders guy: a love story(?) UPDATE: HOLY SHIT!

[lost_mitt3ns]

OKAY! So, about 2 years ago I went into the Borders at the Northridge Mall with nothing on my mind except Kurt Vonnegut. I walked into the store and asked one of the employees about their selection, and ended up having an hour or two-long conversation about books, philosophy, and general shit. He was very interesting, and not to mention, quite

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[underwaterdream]

HOT

That is all I have to say.

[stardruummer]

that is awesome. :) good luck with that.

[byrodude]

Something similar happened with me a few months ago. Mine didn't work out, but that's not to say that yours won't. It makes me happy when things like this occur. Like maybe our first impressions of people actually say something about our higher reasoning. Like, maybe movies and TV and books and Media with a capital M, aren't complete shit full of the things we like to tell ourselves. Maybe as humans we are capable of creating linear works that match and mimic our linear existence. That those happy endings are real and possible and we won't end up like our parents and we won't sell out and we won't live a tired life full of empty cliches that makes us sad and pathetic and longing for meaning. That every life is unique and absurd and ends at page 233, before the dialysis and withering and all of that scary stuff that happens in hospice. Yes. Cherish it. Do it. Take a risk, don't live the mundane life. Don't get to crazy, because that's the other end of predictability. No, the truly unique live in a constant barrage of bliss and

[ttay]

wow, what a way to start of my day. i lalalove it! i was freaking out the entire time i was reading your story here. ahhhhhhhhhh! =))))!