Hear no evil…
I’m a restless human being, its called being neurotic, having a hearing aid has helped me not to be so nervous around people. Last night, my hearing aid gave out, I think its a wax build up in it; anyways, I made an appoint this afternoon to get it fixed on Friday, but still have to deal with people, friends, and family having 70% hearing lost in my left ear and 100% in my right.
Since I now live in Oshawa, and have had a hearing aid ever since, everyone I have met assumes I hear, or at least in a reasonable way. I decided to go out this evening; I went to Yola’s (a caribean restaurant), I told Mel, the co-owner and manager that I have no hearing aid, so you have to talk louder; I ordered a chicken patty. Mel sat with me while I ate, we usually talk, but tonight we didn’t. I finished my chicken patty, paid, and said ‘goodbye’, I heard his farewell in an airy tone.
I went to Tim Horton’s, I wanted to do some work on my Pulp Poetry 3 periodical; I took out my netbook and notebook from my messenger bag; I read my notes on Freud and his article on neurosis; than mused a poem to some art I drew. When I ordered my small green tea, I saw a man look at me like he wanted to talk, I just smile, smiling is my direct -indirect answer to everything. Before I left, I sat near my friend Glenda, and she was busy talking to someone at her table. When I decided to leave, I walked up to her, said I didn’t have my hearing aid; she tried to talk to me, it was hopeless; we shook hands and than I waved to all the familiar faces.
I took the King DRT [city bus] home; I felt on all my bus journey tonight someone knew me; I feel a friendly ghost.