No one will ever really know. Nor will anyone know why the fuck I was stuck in Malden en route to Davis Square for an hour. Seriously.
But, because of it- the loss of my 5 dollars, and the realization that I should cut down on smoking and drinking because neither effect me much, I did learn one or two things.
First, cabbies are God's gift to human-kind. Wonderful beacons of hope that they are, somehow they ( and especially in tonight's scenario) can calm you down, make you laugh and allow you a few briefs moments of absolute mindless-ness before you pay them and walk up into your apartment, realizing as you trudge up the stairs how very close you came to getting stuck in the middle of Boston on a Friday night with two people drunkenly flirting with each other.
Leading into my second point...
No matter how much one knows that it's a terrible and stupid thing to envy drunken flirting- or more ; it really, truly nags at the being of one's core of how lonely a person can be. Simply because you know it is a temporary period, gone with the last remnants of a high blood alcohol ratio, but it reminds ( me, at least) that those two people are together ( although just for a fleeting moment) and that you, sober and aware of your surroundings are not with someone, or anyone- that at least they are with each other, and not hermit like in a state of 'why me?'.
For the original two questions, I blame it on the American way of life. Miller lost a career due to a lippy actress outshining him, and I was trapped in Malden- which, by the by, is actually a wrinkle in time where my friends and I traveled through Rhode Island and southern Connecticut- because of a need, if a facetious and childish need, to celebrate the Fourth of July and get hammered.
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