Roller Derby Rocks.

I went to roller derby this evening. Alas, I'm not cut out to be one of the feisty women on skates; I went to watch and support. I'm glad I went. I'll write more about it another day.

Lately, I've noticed that when I do something on my own that is better done with company, I can grow a bit detached from my normal self. I'm sitting there enjoying my view, but decide I need to go to the bathroom before it's my turn to be a volunteer. As I'm up and on my way, I lose my balance and almost knock someone over. I don't look back, I don't even mumble an apology, I just sort of rolled across his back and continued on with determination. He was just standing there, being in his space. I feel like a jerk now, if that's any consulation to you, mystery man in the black hat.

I think I'm losing my interest in the effect I have on those around me. That's a bad, bad thing. When folks stop caring about the effect they have in the lives of others, we turn into monsters. Maybe tonight is just an off night, hmm? Maybe.

Tomorrow I'll be a freakin' paragon of customer service. Being out of this job will help me start to care again; not having to be nice and on the phone all the time. I've got a theory - I expend all my caring on strangers across the phone line and have nothing left for the people with whom I personally interact.

Odd post. I've a stomach ache and I'm going to bed.