On a side note, lately I wonder more and more what life is like in a small town as opposed to the big city I was born and raised in. I always assume that, wherever I am, anything goes and nothing is shocking. This is often a good life to have, but sometimes I think, “Does anything leave an impression on anyone anymore?” That’s what I was thinking in the ER, which is always a really devil-may-care environment in my experience of Los Angeles and Philly emergency rooms, having never been to one in some small town in the Midwest. On Monday’s visit to the hospital, there was a drunk guy who kept threatening violence, and going to the bathroom to throw up, and then on the way back from the bathroom, standing like 3 feet from my bed, silently watching me, in full view of the nurse and security guard on duty, and they didn’t seem to notice or, if so, to be bothered. For my own part, I pretended to be asleep whenever he did this. Part of me knew he’d be drawn to me the second I started hearing him bellow. Another weird thing is that there was an emergency button on the wall right outside where my hospital bed was, and apparently it had stopped working, so like 3 electricians crowded into the space where I was holed away crying and closing my eyes, and they were just pressing on this button that makes a siren noise over and over again, and talking as loud as possible, with me right there. Are there just too many people in L.A. to start caring about strangers? I started trying to desensitize myself to everything at a very young age, because the world is a bizarrely dangerous place, but maybe I’m actually deficient in de-sensitivity? I do cry every time I watch a Harry Potter movie (aka once a day) but I’d always chalked that up to craziness.