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I found some time to sit outside and just be alone, as usual for these sort of things. There was this insane dog from the next yard who was there, jumping around and being more or less unbalanced. It was nice, I didn't have to talk to myself. After a while, he even let me pet him, a level of trust that we reached after half an hour of him generally freaking the fuck out. Originally, I was going to write something about us being kindred spirits, him rejected from his home and I removing myself from the rest of the fun, as it were, but I realized that that was just stupid. He was a dog and I was a boy. He's locked out, I walked out because I'm anti-social, there's nothing more than that. We just happened to be there at the same time.
Damn kids I didn't know, spoiling it for the rest.
Neno's on my lap now, just waiting to die. In a way, I really hope it happens this week, so that I can be there. When Cruz went while I was up at school, I felt almost nothing. Maybe it's because I know this sort of thing happens, and am ok with it all, but maybe it's just that I was too removed. Either way, Neno has been with me since the beginning, and I want to be there when he croaks.
One of the best things about being home, besides no classes and better food and cats, is being able to find solitude. At college, there are always people about. Your hall mates, roommate, just people. Even at night, walking around, there were always others around, coming and going from meetings and classes, rendezvous and meals and drunken whatever they ares. So little time do you find for ones self. That's why I took the long way round, driving home. It's nice to be alone in that little steel shell with my music and thoughts, or lack there-of.
EMO!!!
Oh, and thank you for speaking with me. So rarely do I have a chance to just have little conversations about nothing in particular, one on one. It may be the nicest thing next to driving around at night. And sunrises. And a good cup of chi. And roller coasters. But, no, those are peripheral. Thank you, I needed that.
Happy birthday, Douglas Adams, where ever you are.
Damn kids I didn't know, spoiling it for the rest.
Neno's on my lap now, just waiting to die. In a way, I really hope it happens this week, so that I can be there. When Cruz went while I was up at school, I felt almost nothing. Maybe it's because I know this sort of thing happens, and am ok with it all, but maybe it's just that I was too removed. Either way, Neno has been with me since the beginning, and I want to be there when he croaks.
One of the best things about being home, besides no classes and better food and cats, is being able to find solitude. At college, there are always people about. Your hall mates, roommate, just people. Even at night, walking around, there were always others around, coming and going from meetings and classes, rendezvous and meals and drunken whatever they ares. So little time do you find for ones self. That's why I took the long way round, driving home. It's nice to be alone in that little steel shell with my music and thoughts, or lack there-of.
EMO!!!
Oh, and thank you for speaking with me. So rarely do I have a chance to just have little conversations about nothing in particular, one on one. It may be the nicest thing next to driving around at night. And sunrises. And a good cup of chi. And roller coasters. But, no, those are peripheral. Thank you, I needed that.
Happy birthday, Douglas Adams, where ever you are.