Hey, kid
Him: Great, now *I’m* paranoid.
This was probably one of the busiest Halloweens I’ve ever had, mainly because of the kid and some other things that I don’t want to discuss, publicly.
Speaking of discussing things publicly, I mentioned to some people in my gym the the other day that I almost never say the kid’s name out in public.
Because I have zero desire for the world at a whole to know my son’s name. It’s the same reason that I don’t put up pics of him and his face.
Look, this kid’s gonna grow up with the least amount of privacy the world’s seen to date – and it’s only gonna get worse.
There are almost no pictures of me between the age of 14 and 25 years of age, beyond what my family has. Because, my dream job throughout college was to be an analyst (not a field agent) at the CIA. I actually made it through two rounds of interviews before I got a rejection.
Never did find out why. But that’s neither here nor there.
Find it so odd when parents emblazon their kid’s name on their backpacks and put up endless social media photos of them. That strikes me as a bad time waiting to happen.
I’d say I was paranoid but my luck is of the stripe no one wants so, really, I’m just acting on the information I have.
Me: Honestly, this kid is only thing that really matters to me. So, fuck everyone and everything else.
Him: Seriously though, I agree with everything you just said.
Still, I can’t keep him at home alla time – especially since he didn’t get a real Halloween last year – so we did make it to one house party where he was Chewbacca…
…one street party where he was a Ninja Turtle…
…while stopping by stores to get even more candy…
…and the usual group next door.
Me: Thanks for inviting us, as always!
Him: (laughing) I heard a bunch of people invited you.
Me: It’s the kid, not me. Everyone loves the kid.
On another matter entirely, our producer for Scenic Fights just told me that we have more subscribers (148,000) on our channel than Esquire does on their channel (147,000).
And Marie Claire for that matter…
Plus, I got the funniest call the other day.
Him: Hi, I’m calling about the kali class for Paxibellum.
Me: Sure. (explains to him the procedures) When you get there, my business partner, Chad, can set you up.
Him: Wait, Chad from Scenic Fights? Is Logan going to be there as well?
Me: Logan will not be there. Because Logan’s with his kid that day. I know this because, I’m Logan.
Him: WHOA! I’m a huge fan. You answer your phone?
Me: (laughing) Yes, that’s typically what one does with one’s phone.
Fans. Chad and I have fans. Don’t even need huge fans, tiny fans will do.
What a kick in the head.
It’s the first good kick in the head I’ve had in a while.
Location: earlier tonight, the gym for the my first Monday
Mood: curious
Music: think it’s finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe (Spotify)
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4 replies on “Typically what one does”
I made it through SEVEN steps to work as a 911 operator. Also didn’t get the job.
Whoa, that sounds annoying. I feel bad that I interviewed twice and still washed out.
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