Kinda despondent

I dunno.
So the interview. Yeah.
Then book club, but it wasn't really book club cause Coco wasn't there to lead us in our discussion so we basically just hung out and talked about what was going on with us (which isn't a bad thing) except everyone seems to be in this transitional phase so it was... I dunno. I came away perplexed. Maybe that's not the right word.
I. Don't. Know. I shouldn't look to others for guidance. Guidance comes from within. I'm zen. Whatthefuck.
It was just a weird goddamn day.
Then I got on the seabus (did I mention earlier that when I came home after my interview that Michael was on the same bus as me? It was so weird. I was like "hey, do you want to go for dinner?" and he was like "no, I have to go to work now" - he had just come back from a Microsoft seminar downtown) and the seabus was late. The seabus is never late. It was unnerving. I was wondering why it was late. Did it almost run into one of the freighters in the bay? Did it get into an altercation with a German sub? These are things that I need to know.
What was my point? Oh yes. Then I got off the seabus and decided to walk up Lonsdale like normal and I was taking a picture and I could see someone coming up behind me (hey, when you're 5'6.5" and weight 121lbs you tend to take stock of your surroundings as I have had a few incidences where people have picked me up and moved me around against my own volition which is a bit disconcerting) and I pulled my headphones out of my ears in time to hear a guy say to me "it's a bit irritating". So... okay.
I say "what's irritating?" and it takes him a while to respond and I assess the situation and he's a super good looking construction guy who is obviously pretty drunk and wants to have a bit of a chat and I don't want to stay in one place so I start walking and he starts walking with me and I'm like, great, what the shit do I do now? And then he says "it wasn't clanking this much before" and it is with some difficulty that he manages to get this out and then I realize he's talking about his construction belt which is clanking as he walks and I say something like "good stuff" and put my earphones back in my ears and try and speed walk away from him because he's pretty pissed and I just don't want to engage him in any lengthy conversation. Except he starts to follow me. Super. I haven't had this kind of excitement since... well, we'll leave that for another blog.
So I'm really trying to motor and eventually I no longer hear the clanking behind me and then I cross Esplanade and bam! there he is and he looks a bit mad and a bit forlorn. JUST what I'm looking for and I'm thinking how much it's going to hurt when he smashes the claw of his hammer down on my skull which I know he won't do cause he looks like a super nice guy who has simply had too much to drink, but now he wants to prove a point so he tries to walk in front of me in an expedient manner except that he's kind of all over the place and isn't as fast as me, so I slow it down and let him make his point and he turns off on 1st or 2nd and I continue up Lonsdale, checking over my back every few minutes.
Kinda weird. I felt bad. I mean, I'm sure he's great guy, but engaging in conversations with drunk people (when I'm sober) on a Wednesday night just isn't something I'm entirely comfortable with.
Was that my point?
I don't know what the fuck my point is.
I'm kind of despondent (as the post of this blog indicates).
A lot of strands in old Duder's head.