Mikes Thoughts

becoming a regular

There’s a power in it here. A secret sauce where life becomes elite. Where things and times become both enduring and endearing. Sitting here at LaLatte coffee I know the effortless feeling of being almost a regular. I don’t come here every day which would seal that need. I have been coming for years so the baristas and owner will say hello and just make what it is I desire. It’s two things here.

  1. A place to sit away from others. Just not down the street away. Far enough to not be included in the casual humdrum of thoughts and words and deeds. Where I can just sit. Find my moments or lose them.
  2. The coffee comes unbidden. The true mark of being a semi regular. The knowing I want an iced americano and some warm tea.

Maybe a secret third thing. The waitresses are cute and very friendly. Lots of smiles and hellos in English and Khmer. Makes an old retired guy feel good.

I dwell on things. Figure them. I see a message from my wife. I’m far enough away to delay listening. Another barang person sits with me. Not sure how that happens. Maybe I look like I need someone to sit. I hope to not talk. I’m not good at that part of things. It’s all stunted and sometimes feels fake. Words sometimes seem like swords. They come in for some attack. Make me feel somewhat wounded. Parry and thrust. No. I just can sit.

Feel the regular thing. My Sunday and a message from my wife waiting. I will pay the 5k riel when things fade. No rush.

Never. Except maybe when someone joins me at a table and perhaps expects some English. Cannot feel the desire. The need. I’m rusty at the whole social thing really. I don’t wish to oil the gears. I’d rather just let them grind every so often.

Instead I write

Yeah. Somehow this becomes that. This markdown to that. How I feel translated to clear text. Now that I can do. The precious few words and the kazillion over thought things.

Being a regular here. Writing. Maybe you know when you visit here you won’t see tech news. Fresh and motivational ideas. A wonderful knowledge solution waiting to take you to your new frontiers. Sorry. Not sorry.

I don’t do those things. I just write and sit awhile where it’s me and the couch. And a slightly touched iced coffee.