The Abysmal Truth About Rockville

You can get from here to Rockville in 45 minutes. Straight down I-95 South. In other words … Not far.
So do you ever hear of Dylan making a run to Rockville when he’s playing Baltimore?
Or anyone else for that matter?

Unfathomable Human Behavior

This is gonna be a long list.
I can just feel it.
But I thought I might as well begin now with the one thing that has puzzled me, for it seems to defy both Logic and Intuition, and I have no idea where to put it!

There are two left turn lanes. In one lane there are at least 8 cars. In the other, 1.

Vera makes an excellent point – a practical version – of the problem I raised above. I can’t copy her comment though, so you’ll have to go and read it.

Vera, I rate your solution as a “5.1”. And I think I’m being generous, balanced. But when I wrote that I was thinking of a specific intersection in North Bethesda (Actually a snooty version between Bethesda and Rockville that borrows the affluence of Bethesda and tries to disassociate itself from the cultural abyss that characterizes Rockville.) where the goal is to get on Rockville Pike, and seldom do people make a U-Turn there. I kind of thought it reflected the sheep mentality, lining up, following blindly whoever was ahead of you, and eventually looking at the lone wolf to their left, wondering what the fuck is wrong them! It’s easier when you let someone else do your thinking for you. Line up and shut up.

But this brings to another pet peeve of mine. There is no left turn lane, only two lanes. I get really anxious in those situations. You want to assume the car ahead of you is going forward, but just before the light turns green, they decide to throw you off, and turn their left signal on, so you’re stuck. Once the light turns greens, you’re too close to them to swerve to the right and switch lanes, and since this usually happens on a busy street, like Connecticut Avenue, heading into the District, the car ahead of you may not be able to complete the left turn until the light turns yellow. Passive-Aggressive? Or pure aggression? Or asleep at the wheel? Oh, yeah. I gotta turn left here. I have learned to think defensively in those situations and now avoid any possibility of a left- turn human at the wheel.

(Still thinking about the time delay between purchasing pencils and surveys months later to determine your purchasing experience of those pencils, Vera.)

Up, Up and Away!

Had a really good time with my buddies, George and Sarah, yesterday in Rockville. He’s going to take me to Ocean City so we can just walk along the shoreline. We haven’t managed to work that out yet. We’ve been talking about it for a while, but now he understands it’s urgent to get me there, so we’re waiting for a good day (weather, no rain) to go there on a Sunday, Monday or Tuesday (his days off). Sarah (later) bought me two sketchbooks, cause I’m running out of paper, and we had this really (earlier) palatable (I can’t seem to handle meat, anymore) meal, something with fresh spinach and cheese melted and wrapped in a crepe. It took forever for me to order. I asked the guy very detailed questions about the menu selections, while trying to select something, make a decision.

Why are decisions sometimes so difficult?
But I did it!

And then, I needed more coffee, before I drove back to Baltimore, so Sarah went home and George and I went back to Starbucks for two shots of espresso. While they were making my coffee, the barista said (not to me): “The truck’s here.” to her coworker, in a funny way, and I looked outside and saw a semi, and I asked if the truck had coffee, and she said, “Yes.” And I said, “I wanna get on that truck!” And she laughed.

So George and I sat outside, while I drank my coffee, and the trucker had unloaded lots of stacked boxes, which were on a crate, and they were just sitting there, and I said to George, “Let’s hijack the truck!” (Not seriously). And he started laughing and said, “That would be really bad for your divorce case right now. And I’ve worked so hard to get stable (George has the greatest manic stories in the world! I was laughing so hard, I ended up on the floor, when he first told them to me.) it would be really bad for me too.” But he still thought it was funny. (And, tempting.) But the boxes just sat there. Filled with coffee beans.

Luckily, I had emailed Dr K when we first sat outside, and told him, I may be Hypomanic, but I wasn’t sure. And I think we need to increase my Trileptal. But he didn’t email me back until 2:00 AM. (I’ll get to that part soon.). So George asked me if I was okay to drive back, and I told him how much I love driving at night and cranking the music up, and that I would be okay.

So it was, like 9:00 PM.
And the boxes were still there!

And then the driver (he had been doing other stuff) was there too, and I asked if there was coffee in those boxes, and he said, “Yes.” And I said, “I want some!” And he said, “Which one do you want?” And I said, “French Roast, please.” Well, I didn’t get any. And I realized, I answered his question incorrectly. The Smart was a few feet away, and I should’ve said, “I want all of them. See the Smart, there? Just stack the entire block of 60 boxes on the roof, and I’ll be on my way.” Still, we had a lot of fun. As soon as I got home, I increased my Trileptal by 150 mgs, and the oddest thing happened. Within an hour, all the tension in my shoulders had vanished, the headache I had been battling since morning sprinted away, and I felt level!

Not normal.
Never normal.

Well, Dr K wrote me back at 2:00 AM, and I told him what I had done (With the meds. Didn’t dare tell him about the events leading up to the increase of meds.). Went back to sleep, and saw he had written back to me, and told me to keep the Trileptal at 500 mgs, not above, and divide it into 2 doses, morning and night. But I have no explanation for Giddy Attacks.

Oh, well.
George to the Rescue!
Once again.

What Makes Maryland Boring?

I suppose I am being unfair.  I define Maryland on narrow terms — Rockville Pike. 

Rockville, Maryland. 

Maryland, of course, is 3 hours from the Atlantic, which is where Marylanders flock to in the summer.  And then they go back to their diverse ways of living — rich, of course —in what many people around DC say about Maryland.  They say it is a suburb of DC.  But it’s not!  Maryland is a Democratic State.  And Virginia, the other DC suburb, is staunchly Republican.  One pizza place in Virginia was offering discounts to customers who came in wearing their guns exposed! 

Real cowboys, I suppose. 

Those Virginians love their guns.

Anyway.  Rockville, Maryland, is a 3-lane strip going North and likewise, one going South.  I’m trying to decide whether I should tell you about the landmarks it possesses, or simply describe the strip?  We have an upscale luxury mall on the right, and upscale living and shopping center on the left.  Whole Foods.  There are 2 gas stations directly across the street from one another.  There is Old Georgetown Road.  Then the bridge.  Barnes & Noble on the right — and at least 3 McDonalds, 2 Popeye’s Chicken, The Container Store, etc…, etc… 

You get the picture.

Nothing really memorable about it.

However, tucked between these buildings are also government buildings, which are probably what sustains the city.  Interesting architecture. 

But the people all look alike (even those with piercings… fewer and fewer each day).  You just don’t see the variety you see in a big city, especially like Chicago. 

And that’s what I thrive on.

I know people who are in their 60s, born here and who never moved away for very long, maybe to go to school, but who are happy with the way life moves here.  They have never wanted to move away, they say.  So, yeah.  For some people, it obviously works. 


I remembered the name of the band.  It is REM.  The quote-like is attributed to Michael Stipes, I believe.

Losing My Religion.

However, Rockville does possess one treasure that deserves mention, since it is the only treasure it possesses. 

The grave of a great American write.

F. Scott Fitzgerald. 

I keep saying I’m gonna go.  I really want, you know.  But I just can’t bring myself to get there and I don’t know why!  But knowing he’s buried here, makes Maryland somewhat more tolerable.