I'm not sure what made me tell a store manager that he could buy my services for $15 an hour, but it resulted in an interview, which I'll be heading out for in about two and a half hours. Obviously, I'm not going to get $15 an hour, but the offered pay was good enough to make me reconsider whether I was joking around.
I really don't know what made me approach a girl in the middle of a store and say "Stupid question for you: Do you want to have lunch or dinner sometime?" I really don't know why it worked, either, being a really stupid pick-up line... but it did. Miles past my comfort zone and accelerating. It's like I'm on some sort of high. I don't know why it's hitting me now, of all times, but...
Only a week ago, I thought of myself as a coward. I may not be the bravest man in the world, but the past three days have blown any notion of cowardice out of the water.
I know that the universe is going to present its bill. It always does. But I'm not even worried. I'm going to ride this wave to the bitter end.