my night under the stars
Tonight (last night), as I was laying out on my roof picnic table, watching the stars sparkle, and the satellites drift by, I saw a couple shooting stars, and made some wishes. It started with the usual things, like having emotional and physical company in these lonely nights, progressed into well-wishing for the world’s greater good, but eventually got me thinking. I have a job that I love that allows me to lay under the stars every night, watching the bats flitter around silently. Life really is good, and I am really glad that I’m alive. My biggest qualms at the moment is the light pollution coming from the nearly full moon, and not having anyone to share it with.
I like to contemplate catching bats. They like to hunker down in the carpark under my duck, and below the eves. I think I could reach them, and if I suddenly turned on the outside lights, I could probably blind them enough to safely grab them… but who am I kidding? They don’t use their eyes; they have echolocation… they’d hear me coming.
Maybe it’s better that I’m alone. If I wasn’t if I put out the effort and found someone, then, with that need filled, I’d just find other things to be unfulfilled about. It’s better to just accept what you have, and let fulfillment come and go as it wishes.
Where am I to find someone who is somewhat witty and can appreciate my eccentric passions for invasive species eradication and ice cream sandwiches? Who? No…not where, not even who, just how. How am I to do it? With lies and pickup lines? Certainly not! With intoxication and coercion? Never! What’s left? Approaching people and talking about my reality? I guess, but little introverted tim never knows what to say until I am already too well known and commonplace to properly pique interest… something needs to be worked on there, it’s a scabby spot on my life that I can’t stop scratching at. But everything else is unicorns and butterflies so I really need to stop. Life is pretty great, and I’m making it better (or trying, at least).
Weekends are pretty great too; after 5 days of being paid for fighting the good fights returning nature to a more natural state, and keeping my body in shape in the process, I have all but basic maintenance requirement solved for me, leaving me free to eat chocolate covered espresso beans while staring up at the stars (like I elected to do tonight). My skin may be poison oaky all over, but that will pass, but the great giant slaying deeds of this and past weeks will forever live on (or until retreatments are necessary). I’m happy with things. I hope the few people who still read this are happy with their little life-nests aswell.