Don't Mind Me
So I was at the non-Starbucks coffeeshop tonight, just me and the scandalous notebook, completely unsure of what to write. This writing book I've been skimming through recommended simply writing about the people, things, and situations around you when you're stuck, so that's what I started doing. Right at the table next to me was a guy with a very porn-like mustache and a lady that completely reminded me of my Mom's annoying friend Judy. Both probably in their late 40s, and they seemed to be on a first date, since there was a lot of "getting to know you" talk. They didn't discuss it, but I took liberties with my description of them, deciding they had met through one of those on-line dating websites, not through friends or work or something. They sat kinda close together, but the lady's body language gave completely mixed signals. She appeared very jumpy and nervous, keeping her arms tightly folded in front of her chest and slouched over when she wasn't gesticulating frantically. It was very amusing to watch, hehe.
I also wrote about: the rotund teenager sitting in the corner with his laptop, using some kind of japanese-writing program that demonstrated the correct way to write various characters; the middle aged guy who wasn't bad looking from the front, but as he walked past I noticed he had a ponytail that was about twice as long as mine-- not hot; another couple, this one likely around my age, probably URI students. . .only thing notable about them was the girl had a HUGE mass of blond dreds. I couldn't tell, but was willing to bet that she had a nose or eyebrow ring too. Seems like most people that have dreds have one or the other, for who knows what reason.
I escaped to the coffeehouse tonight to try and bounce my mood back up from the bowels of hell that it had dropped to earlier today. You already know THAT drill. I probably don't need to remind you that Rich is leaving on Saturday morning, and I'm having a hard time dealing with it already, etc. etc. You see, I figured it out while I was sitting at one of the tall tables, sipping my black hazelnut coffee as I bent over my notebook-- my life is just a ton of small adventures. Yeah, I know that sounds kinda dumb, but I mean it. I'm not just referring to big events, even the small, mundane stuff can be enough to make my day. This is why I always have a camera on hand or, if I'm alone, I'm never without a notebook or paper of some sort. So many inadvertantly crazy things happen, evne if it's just my twisted humor that makes them that way. :p
Sometimes I think that's what I'm going to miss most about Rich being gone-- not having anyone there to be weird with on a daily basis, hehe. I mean, I *can* be serious about things, but I do like having a good time, even if that means walking around the supermarket looking at weird food products or roaming through the woods at the park, picking up random sticks (or seashells? hehe) I like trying new things, going new places. . .I can do all these things alone, but I usually prefer not to. It's not always easy to find someone who shares this same attitude, though. Rich spoiled me in this way-- I was joking with him the other day, that I helped make it so he can win over any girl now, by being able to take her on a date to an Indian restaurant or out for sushi and then go see a Sondheim show and totally impress her with his worldly knowledge, haha.
But I realize that I can't expect to find anyone that's going to be a clone of Rich or of myself for that matter. All I ask is for someone to be open to new things, because how can you know you won't like something until you try it? (see also: my ride on Old Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disney World. . .yeah, no roller coasters for me-- but at least I gave it a shot!) I guess I'm such a stickler for this because I've grown up watching my Mom and Dad disagree about things frequently. My Dad is so set in his ways and never wants to try anything and I've seen how frustrating it is for my Mom, so I know that I don't want to deal with that. I'm willing to make compromises, but you do get to a point where it's like @_@.
None of this is an issue right now, obviously. This is just me attempting to deal with Rich leaving and the fact that yes, it's really, truly over now and I need to be moving on sooner or later. At least I've been healthier than I was last week, but I'm not looking forward to this weekend and onward. Plus I still need to search for jobs. . .remind me to rant about that (again) next.
I also wrote about: the rotund teenager sitting in the corner with his laptop, using some kind of japanese-writing program that demonstrated the correct way to write various characters; the middle aged guy who wasn't bad looking from the front, but as he walked past I noticed he had a ponytail that was about twice as long as mine-- not hot; another couple, this one likely around my age, probably URI students. . .only thing notable about them was the girl had a HUGE mass of blond dreds. I couldn't tell, but was willing to bet that she had a nose or eyebrow ring too. Seems like most people that have dreds have one or the other, for who knows what reason.
I escaped to the coffeehouse tonight to try and bounce my mood back up from the bowels of hell that it had dropped to earlier today. You already know THAT drill. I probably don't need to remind you that Rich is leaving on Saturday morning, and I'm having a hard time dealing with it already, etc. etc. You see, I figured it out while I was sitting at one of the tall tables, sipping my black hazelnut coffee as I bent over my notebook-- my life is just a ton of small adventures. Yeah, I know that sounds kinda dumb, but I mean it. I'm not just referring to big events, even the small, mundane stuff can be enough to make my day. This is why I always have a camera on hand or, if I'm alone, I'm never without a notebook or paper of some sort. So many inadvertantly crazy things happen, evne if it's just my twisted humor that makes them that way. :p
Sometimes I think that's what I'm going to miss most about Rich being gone-- not having anyone there to be weird with on a daily basis, hehe. I mean, I *can* be serious about things, but I do like having a good time, even if that means walking around the supermarket looking at weird food products or roaming through the woods at the park, picking up random sticks (or seashells? hehe) I like trying new things, going new places. . .I can do all these things alone, but I usually prefer not to. It's not always easy to find someone who shares this same attitude, though. Rich spoiled me in this way-- I was joking with him the other day, that I helped make it so he can win over any girl now, by being able to take her on a date to an Indian restaurant or out for sushi and then go see a Sondheim show and totally impress her with his worldly knowledge, haha.
But I realize that I can't expect to find anyone that's going to be a clone of Rich or of myself for that matter. All I ask is for someone to be open to new things, because how can you know you won't like something until you try it? (see also: my ride on Old Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disney World. . .yeah, no roller coasters for me-- but at least I gave it a shot!) I guess I'm such a stickler for this because I've grown up watching my Mom and Dad disagree about things frequently. My Dad is so set in his ways and never wants to try anything and I've seen how frustrating it is for my Mom, so I know that I don't want to deal with that. I'm willing to make compromises, but you do get to a point where it's like @_@.
None of this is an issue right now, obviously. This is just me attempting to deal with Rich leaving and the fact that yes, it's really, truly over now and I need to be moving on sooner or later. At least I've been healthier than I was last week, but I'm not looking forward to this weekend and onward. Plus I still need to search for jobs. . .remind me to rant about that (again) next.
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