As I sit here in the San Diego airport, heading to do fight commentary for Cage Combat tonight, I am wondering if it's bad etiquette to not use a stall after a less than pleasing person leaves it. Especially when they notice that you took a step forward to enter and then had a change of heart in that split second.
And if so, I want to apologize to the old man who looked like he had something contagious, for not using his stall and waiting for the next available. Nothing personal, strictly business.
I have no idea what I am going to do...and I wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing makes me happier than to wake up in the morning with a smile on my face and excitement. My brain is firing at a million miles an hour, and I have the time to act on my creative juices. The best part? It probably makes no sense to anyone else, and that's the point. Either you are in on it or you aren't. I don't expect anyone to get what I am doing, because I don't even get it most of the time. But if at the end of the day I go to sleep knowing that I did something that I wanted to do, regardless of what other people thought, well then...that's pretty damn cool.