Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Dusk
Dusk
Sat Jun 21 19:07:00 2003
Mustard and Guacamole
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I had my Weird Al and Oingo Boingo CDs out at the coffeeshop today (postnote: actually, where I jotted this entry in, in pen and paper). A kid and an elderly man complemented my music choice as they walked down the street. The kid was an interesting encounter -- I didn't hear what he said w/ my earphones on. I removed them and said "what?, and he said "nevermind" and walked on. A compliment said is a gift, and to ask for its repetition can be to take more than what is offered. I think I know why it sucked so much out of me to have my crush called the other day - a crush represents hope, and living with false hope is easier than living no hope. Hmm -- "no hope" isn't the right phrase, but you, dear reader, can figure out what I mean, I'm sure.

I spent much of the morning-afternoon helping a fellow Zet move. He and his gf (or perhaps wife) were moving to a nice house they had purchased. They're lucky -- I thought more than once "that should've been me". How ironic -- if things hadn't've gone wrong, that would've been me, but then I wouldn't've been w/ the Zets anyhow. I wish I had someone to love. Picky and shy. Bleh.