I [only] Shared the Flan with Ryger

The next day, I dropped off a bag of food, with Flowers, Wine, and Cake, at Cayden’s “friend’s” tent (I’d scavenged all this). She wasn’t there, though her cat was (who I also fed plus the other dogs there). An old dude named Safe started drinking the Wine I wanted to have with Her immediately. I asked him to give the Flowers to Cayden, and to try to give her the cake, too.

I hadn’t talked to a single other gal during my Valentine’s Day in Paris, so I had no one else to even imagine sharing these things with nor give them to (I gave plenty of other food to the immigrant colony). Maybe she’d share them with her bf (or maybe they’d had v-day break-up, so might as well go over there and find out). Whether she’d even get these things or not, I don’t know, but maybe it doesn’t really matter either way.

It hurts… And that hurt isn’t going to disappear if my gifts are wasted are not, as they have been being for years. The point is to share them, Together, and build a relationship in-so-doing. She already had said “No” so this was really just another sad move of desperation and is embarrassing (but what else was I gonna do with my time eat some more food out of the garbage?) How many times over the past eleven years have I saved special things to share with someone special, only to be rejected and for those things to either go to waste, or be eaten in lonesomeness. I lost count a long time ago…

“The myth of single women”

It then started to rain, and lame as it is, I swallowed my chagrin and took shelter in the mcdigintotrashbeforeeatinghere. The local library is closed on Sundays (and Mondays) so the give-no-fucks attitude of mcdoesntgiveafaboutyou has to fulfill the role. I have no idea why anyone eats here, though. This “food” is gross. Half eaten crepes out of the trash are less nasty than this machine made filler. To each their own, I guess. I kind of pity people though who’s idea of a “good meal” is the overpriced highly processed crap mixed with poisons this franchise peddles to people. Why can’t we have more and better libraries, instead? And if you’re still not convinced, this day I had let my guard down and not bothered to pull a receipt from le trash so when the uppity gives-no-fucks-about-human-beings manager came over and asked if I was a customer, I didn’t have a receipt to show him. He then told me le chein was not allowed in here. When I said Ryger was le service chein, he didn’t care. When I pointed out the le service chien bienvenidos sticker on the window said “Service Chien Bienvenidos,” he didn’t care and told us we had to leave, so we did out into the rain. So of course these places suck but most staff have had their soul sucked out or sold so they’re either indifferent and lazy or bitter and angry.

Don’t sell your soul, kids, or you’ll turn out like whatever you suppose God would Do with the likes of ya!

The next day, on our way to exchange our usd, the less than $300 of it we had, I dropped the Rainbow Green Down Jacket. I tried to find it, but to no avail. That warm and lightweight Jacket was given to me at World Rainbow Gathering Japan, so I was sad to have lost it. Someone who maybe needed it more on the streets of Paris probably got it, as I’ve seen a few of them around and it was gone soon and nobody is cleaning up in the middle of the day, so I felt good it wasn’t thrown out. But then I didn’t have a heavy coat, so that wasn’t good -_-

“ALL WE NEED IS LOVE & LOCAL”

We finally found the food distribution place, and got some Soup, two Apples, and a fair amount of Bread–really amazing Paris Pan! I wanted to be better prepared before we departed Paris, but I also didn’t want to be hanging out on the streets of Paris too much more, and I knew that once I get into the flow that God has for me, I’d be fine. I just don’t want to struggle through the no-man’s land of the industrial city outskirts, so…

I found a 6€ bus ticket from Paris to Orleans, and planned to walk out of that city and South from there. I thought that would be optimal; a worthy use of 6€. We also needed a tarp and a rain poncho. Instead, I found a super cool umbrella with a stained glass design on it. It was being thrown away, but I fixed it (; It’s my favorite thing I got in Paris! (Not including the Flan, of course)