Have you ever considered the fact that a latte costs more than a tank of gas right now?
I’ve never really been one to consciously notice opportunity costs, but lately I find myself obsessed with it. If I don’t buy that latte I’ve got a couple extra bucks for a few extra miles of gas. If I do buy that latte though I should stay home or ask a friend to drive, just in case, you know? It’s an annoying obsession because I’ve never been one for money or math and the two together are just bad news.
Along with opportunity costs, I’ve been singing a lot more than usual. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were possible to have an out of body experience at any given moment of the day? I would listen to myself sing and decide, for myself, if I can sing or not. Sometimes I really wish I were still some sort of performer. I don’t want the attention, or the acknowledgment, I think I just need some alternative form of stress relief.
3 Comments, Questions, and Concerns:
You can't sing, but you're very entertaining.
Go for stand-up comedian or social critic.(Or, you know, both.)
Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn.
Contrary to popular belief my voice doesn't make ears bleed. And I used to sing a lot. But then I got shy.
I'm getting over the shy.
One day, I'll put something on YouTube for you to hear because voice-mails never count.
I want to hear you sing. Get over it.
I love how easy it is to say that but so difficult to follow. I'd like to sing but fuck if I'm ever getting over that fear.
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