GMIM: Cities suck, naps are great, and don’t talk to strangers

Welcome to another installment of Good mourning, it’s Monday! This weekly blog looks to cover various topics in the news, along with personal stories or encounters from the past week at home and work to help you through your first day back at work (unless you don’t work). Hopefully my seven followers like this and share this to make it eight. Enjoy…

City living is garbage

Yes, this is Chinese smog, I know.

Growing up 30 miles north of Boston, I always had a fascination with the city. I grew up in the suburbs with a large yard and plenty of street parking. There weren’t any woods, but I could smell the boarder of New Hampshire. It’s the ideal location; far enough from the city to have peace, but close enough to drive in for the day.

So when I started working in the city, I was excited for what was to come: tall buildings, restaurants, endless numbers of people walking around, trains, cars, and close proximity to the harbor. I was looking forward to being immersed in what I would hopefully at some point call home.

Well, you can count me out on the crap known as city living. Don’t get me wrong, Boston is probably my favorite city, but I have ZERO interest living here or spending more than eight hours in my job’s area.

After riding shoulder-to-shoulder in the hunk of rusting metal known as the T, the sweet smell of urine and feces enters my nostrils upon stepping out of the subway and into the area known as Downtown Crossing. This place smells, there are too many people, and it’s stop & go traffic for pedestrians. Did I mention the smell? Just the other day at around 7:30 a.m., three cop cars and a city health department car surrounded a Subway shop with police tape. Why were they there? Well, they were zipping up a body bag, of course!

And it’s not just Downtown Crossing that sucks. It’s impossible to avoid a money-grabbing freestyle rapper while attempting to enjoy a pizza before the Celtics (Yes, this happened the other day). Then once the game is over, people are using buckets for drums, drunks are fighting, druggies want money, the T is packed, and traffic is a nightmare.

So I’ve come to the conclusion the the city sucks. I don’t want to live here ever. Any business who decides to set up shop here is insane. Find an office building outside the city and own the whole thing. Have a company campus in the woods and avoid any of this mess. Then, live in a nice little neighborhood any from everyone and enjoy your life with clean air and less body bags.

The definitive list of best napping spots

It’s Monday, so of course, I’m tired. Just another morning struggling to get up and desperately searching for a purpose in this cruel world (OK, bit of a stretch, but that’s how my brain operates at 5:30 in the morning).

Before boarding the T that I love so dearly, I took a little cat nap in my car for roughly 20 minutes. I don’t feel awake, but I do feel much better than before. But it had me thinking: what’re the best napping spots and times? Let’s explore…

Post-Thanksgiving meal on the couch

The undisputed heavyweight champion of the world, the G.O.A.T., the Michael Jordan of snoozin’. This is the best nap possible, friends. You know it, I know, everyone knows it, and there’s no denying it.

In the car waiting

There’s something about reclining the seat in the car, turning the music low, and having the AC on that is so relaxing. This is key while waiting for kids to get out of school or practice. It might suck with an older car, but with the new cars featuring cooling seats, it makes for a great nap.

Sunday afternoon on the recliner during the NFL Draft and/or baseball

The classic dad nap. A half-full cup of beer is table side, as hands are typically together on the tummy with the thumbs ready to twiddle as so:

NFL Draft weekend was once the perfect day-drinking activity, but ever since the first and second rounds were moved to Thursday and Friday, the weekend is the lazy dad’s official nap time.

Crawling back into bed after getting up at 4 a.m. for something stupid like dropping off at the airport

You know when you’re so tired that you just crash right away? Well, amplify that, along with the feeling of getting warm once again, and you got yourself a nap (or resuming sleep) at 4 a.m. after going out for some reason. I’ve done this a few times when dropping others off at the airport. Going back into bed is the most satisfying feeling and sometimes I wake up even more refreshed. I don’t look forward to waking up at 4 a.m., but going to sleep right after is amazing.

Falling asleep in a dorm during the Boston Marathon, getting drawn on with perminent marker, and then walking across campus in a miserable manner

Completely relatable, right?

Don’t ask for Venmo donations, because you’ll have weirdos giving you money

If you follow my Twitter account, you’ve seen that I’ve asked a few times for Venmo “donations.” Basically, give me money because I like money. So the first or second day doing this, I get $25 from a random person for “Twitter fan $.” Cool, a person follows me or saw my tweet and sent money. Not bad! So as a joke, I continue to do this every day, expecting a few friends to send a dollar or 69 cents.

The next day, the same guy gives me another $25. Ok, now I’m thinking this is strange, but I’m not mad. But then the guy asks me to send a DM. Here’s how it goes down…

Side note: I’m a big gif guy

Just a bizarre individual. The guy has two tweets in total, one of them a retweet. The whole thing smelled like a scam where he’ll eventually send two grand, say he accidentally sent too much and ask for it back, only to have Venmo credit him back and get my money as well.

In the end, this guy is a strange person and I blocked him. I’d rather make money the right way than get kidnapped by Vemno fetish man and be forced into a well to put lotion in a basket.

Anyway, donate to my Venmo: zacharyadamgray

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