Today was an adventure.
Really... An ADVENTURE.
So, I learned something about people today.
Oh, you want to know what I learned?! Oh. Hm... I'm not sure I can do that.
Well, I suppose I can make an exception, just this once.
I learned that, sometimes, they are okay.
What, you ask. People?
Yes. People. People can be okay.
It's interesting, though, if you think about it. People have so many sides, so many sharp edges, and they are all different (but not in an extreme way, because then it would be bordering on a multiple personality disorder...). Today I was my quiet, content self.
And that was okay. And I wasn't sure if it would be. But it was. And I'm glad.
The thing is, your moods effect other people's moods. And sometimes that can be scary, because you're not sure if you're bringing them down, or boring them, or if they think you're ruining all of the fun.
And sometimes they do think those things. Or at least I do.
But other times, it's okay. It's okay to be quiet, to think about stuff, in that pensive silence. And it's okay to just chill out on a Saturday afternoon and not have any expectations--
No, I do NOT want to restart now!
Uh, sorry. My computer has updates it's trying to download. Where was I?
Oh yeah. It's okay to not have have anything expected of you, to just be there.
I don't know who will read this. I don't really care. But I'm glad that I have friends. And I think they might be real friends.
So, here's a recap of my day:
The first half I spent driving around town and hanging up posters advertising the play I'm in, You Can't Take It With You (April 29-May 1 at 7:30 pm, and May 2 matinee at North High School... Go there. Buy tickets. Watch the show. It's funny.). That was really funny. There are so many little stories that I have... Needless to say, I laughed a lot.
Then I hung out with Karyn, and we got completely lost on our way to Coldstone Creamery (but boy was it worth it). We drove all over town, to the very outskirts of town, until there wasn't even a road any more, and then back again. At Coldstone, we picked up Plant Toes-are-rude (Not a secret alias for Grant....It's not!), and then we ended up driving all over the town right next-door. We went to the new Trollwood (because I hadn't seen it yet), and then ended up back at the old one.
And I realized something else.
Traditions mean something, and so does home.
The new Trollwood? It's cold and empty and so, so lonely. It gives me goosebumps (not good ones) just thinking about it.
But the old Trollwood.... It just eminates positive energy. Every time I think about it (even though I was never really involved with much Trollwood stuff) I feel at home. It's a personal, happy place, where I met people I will always remember and learned things I can't forget. It's cozy because it isn't huge and spread out, and it's got famous land marks that have generations and generations of good memories attached to it, from all of the people who have been , used to, still do go there.
It's really, really good.
But we (Karyn and I, because by then Plant had to go home...) had more adventures there. We stuck our feet in the river and talked about not falling in and drowning, and we waited to see some fish jump out of the water. (There actually a couple that did, but although Karyn was the one who really wanted to see them, I was the one who caught sight of them, every time.)
I even drank some of the river water.
I know, I know. But before you go all, "Ohmygod!Isthatsanitary?Idon'tthinkitis....youshouldgotoadoctorbeforeyoudie!Ewwwwthat'ssogross!!!!," let me just say that our river has some of the cleanest water in the world. It wasn't like I was drinking out of the Hudson River. And it was only a really, really little bit.
Anyway. Adventures.
I don't really know what else to say. I could go on and on, but it would all come out as Philosophical crap, and I'm sure you don't want to sit there and read it. (I promised myself that last time would be the last time....)
Thank you for reading.
(Gah! Restart LATER!!!!)
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