I’m pretty exhausted today; yawning consistently, and eyes drooping below the poles.
Stayed up late talking on the phone. I don’t regret it at all. As a matter of fact, I feel much better after having the extended conversation. Made me feel at ease, normal. Like the whiskey crazy people feed babies while their teething that later results in abnormalities. But it’s less of an unconscious change; it’s far more literal than that. It’s good to know that someone out there cares; that they want to talk to you and miss you. I’m right there with them. It’s still weird knowing that I’ve entered this world. Yesterday I woke up and wanted to call in sick. I didn’t feel entirely well, but not entirely poorly either. It was just a lapse of that attitude you have in college. “I don’t have to go to class today, I went on Friday.” Payam’s done that a few times, and it’s starting to rub off on me in the wrong ways. It’s not his fault though, I’m sure he doesn’t have this evil plot to ensnare me in college-life’s vice-like grip. Just my own memory of how much I enjoyed the late nights, conversations and breakfasts at two in the p.m.
There’s really nothing wrong with that either. Speaking with Matthew, I’m sure I would
get the same reaction. It’s great to just relax and have things flow along a relatively determined river. Makes for less focus on certain things, and more on others. The things we all thought were so important, and really are. Sleep, fun, friends, interactions. These are the important attributes of life, they make things bearable.
With all this thinking about the past, and last night’s conversation about what could
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At 11:40 PM, Anonymous said…
"With all this thinking about the past, and last night’s conversation about what could
have/should have been I get trapped. "
i know... really. i do. but remember to enjoy what you have there. today was beautiful and i took a palahniuk book and a blanket and read... and took a short nap on the soft grass and for a minute or so, everything was okay and life was fine, and my brain admonished my silly little heart for worrying and doubting and overanalyzing.
every once in awhile things still feel okay.
and it was good, oh it was so good to talk to you.
<3
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