In general, I am an optimist. I can find the best in any situation….well except maybe crevices.
In the last few weeks, some people may have noticed my terrible mood. At times, there was no covering it up. My world seemed pretty funky and not in the George Clinton, Parliament, James Brown kind of way. I was bored and agitated. I wanted to go drive to a concert at Hotel Café, like I often used to do, or go see a friend in Silverlake. I was feeling pretty stifled. I had an array of tunes to explore but with no mean.
This carless soul was traveling around Funkytown with a sour attitude. Everything, and I mean, everything was pissing me off. My patience for the hustle and bustle around me was gone. Everywhere I went there were people. After living in NYC for 2 years, it took my experiences in LA to realize why New Yorkers were the way they were. Go figure.
I got into an elevator at work and someone, from another office, got on it with me. I was angry at his presence. My bubble was invaded yet again. “why do you have to be here” I thought to myself. I am not sure if I, uncharacteristically, rolled my eyes or the action was in my mind.
In September, I wrote:
I think public transit is getting to me. Got really irritated by this woman who said "My medication makes the sun so bright for me. I think I need to get a sombrero". Yes lady that's what you need! How about start with a pair of sunglasses.
Every word was real for me in that moment. Looking back on it, I am not totally proud of my attitude. The bus is a pretty real place. Why not be real with my thoughts? I just wasn’t going to say it out loud.
Now, I think I have left the funk to the Masters the way it’s intended. Sly, George and James: Thanks for letting me barrow your word “funk” even if it wasn’t used in the proper spirit of your music.
