It's mornings like this morning where I'm really annoyed with having to take the bus all the goddamn place. I'll be in my first bus, two blocks away from my transfer point, and while I'm waiting in the intersection, I see my transfer bus pull away, forcing me to wait another hour for the next one to arrive.

Okay, fine, I figure it's early enough, let's treat me to a nice breakfast. Wow, this wait staff is really slow. I mean, abysmally slow. So slow that I miss the next bus, too.

Last night, at my second group meeting with the counselor for the drunk driving program, I realized that I was that guy. Okay, so in any group environment there's always some guy, but I'm that guy; the one that has to point out logical or argumentative flaws. I've taken on this role because I noted that no one else wants to. Or maybe is able to.

It came up because Jill asked me if I was a binge drinker. Now, once upon a time, I was a college student, so yes, I binge drank once upon a time. Multiple times, in fact. She argued that because I did so, that made me a binge drinker. Now, I have no problem being labeled whatever you like. She had a built-in defense mechanism where, "You know what you are, and I hope you don't come back here." Fine, so she wasn't in the mood to argue, but I countered that I liked riding roller coasters. Should I be labeled as Coaster Rider?