anti-social in the stairwell + no to doggerel

i vant to be alone

When I go off into the stairwell for a smoke, it's not because I feel a sudden need to socialize. I stand there, ciggie in hand, to think.

Recently though, a new tenant moved into the building, and one of owners of the business is a smoker like me. Inevitably, we ended up smoking together. The first time was fine, intros, what-do-you-do's, oh-maybe-we-can-work-together's, yada yada. Fine. But the guy must have misinterpreted my politeness for a desire to be friends. And so every time I step out to smoke, if he's there, he pounces on me, inflicting conversation and small talk.

Don't get me wrong. I enjoy talking to people. But not when I'm trying to think about a new campaign or problematizing about how to handle the DTI or stuff with the pet store or the uncooperative levitating Princess story.

So now, when I see him there, I give a dazzling smile and go down another flight.

To smoke and think in peace.


likhaan

Butch announces the new Likhaan journal. Here are details (including the submission guidelines and instructions to "spare us your high-school doggerel").

It's a great opportunity, very competitive - what's not to like? So submit, submit.