I still don’t like the coffee here, but here I am again, racking up another notch on the repeat customer card so I can get a free cup of coffee I will not like after drinking 10 cups of it.
I’m on a hookup app where one of the women says her therapist recommended that she use this app. It is strictly a sex and hookup only scene so I wonder what went on in those therapy sessions.
One shrink told me to try Bumble. She never even saw the app and made limited use of anything Internet. But she got me onto Bumble, where I had a few moderately interesting encounters.
Dating apps have became entirely too professional for me. People spend thousands of professional model photographers and biography authors, and all for what? The mere chance of making a connection?
People can spend their money however they want. Still, sometimes I wince at the way some people blow coin like it’s a shitfest.
One dude was a gambler who hit Atlantic City every couple of months. His exact words were “If I lose 4 or 5 thousands dollars that’s a good night for me.” I didn’t say anything, because I had nothing to say. He seemed truly happy with himself over his gambling losses.
I can imagine the visceral thrill of being there. Casinos can be addicting not just in the money but the atmosphere.
Change subject: I noticed a publication that is called “POPULAR INFORMATION.” I thought that was a telling name for this information age. I wonder if it takes the same approach to information as Popular Mechanics and Popular Science took to their subjects.
