Comingled Containers

Getting kinda funny how much I love this and how much I rely on it. It speaks so much to me, and I know very little people read these so I’m gonna talk again I just wrapped up my weekend at my local art house cinema, and we had 4 sold out shows in a row, which means at least 1,250 people in a very small building. I’m the general manager now! It has been so crazy and I’m absolutely exhausted. At this cinema, we rely heavily on volunteers. These retired folks come in, sell popcorn, talk to the locals and do it all with a smile, even though they’re probably overworked (especially Neil). I’m so grateful for them, and it really hits me like a truck seeing these people be so happy with what they do. It gives me hope. I’ll get there one day, even if I constantly doubt it. Anyways, there was a Q&A with the director of the movie we showed, and it went great. I swept SO much fucking popcorn it’s insane. I did get a shoutout during the Q&A, they referred to me by my name. I got thanked, and about 280 people clapped and thanked me. The world is ginormous, but that made me feel really happy. Being seen for the work I do. It’s the bare minimum, but it’s something I haven’t gotten in my 7 or 8 years of working. I finished this shift to an empty house at my place. Having recently graduated, I’m very used to being able to come home, talk, relax and hang out, have some fun. Usually I can talk to my mom. But not today, which I’m starting to learn is okay. My feelings have been wavering like crazy, which I suppose is natural, but Comingled Containers is a nice reminder that I’ll be alright. Everything will be fine. The water will keep flowing.