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Tonight, on my hour-and-a-half walk to Ben's house from Costco after getting off work, it was raining pretty much constantly. This is the time of year when I love Eugene the most. Being an islander and all, water is my natural element. And no water is more pure than what comes directly from the sky. There's no need to fear the cold that comes with it. I'm descended from the ancestors of mine who survived the onslaught of disease that was brought when our home was "discovered". Thus, I'm made of the stronger genes, with better immune systems. Jack Frost comes nipping at my nose, I throw his ass on the ground and pee on him. And then he tries to shake it off, but it's frozen onto him, so he's covered with a crystaline layer of pissice.
By the time I was walking down the bike path that shimmies along the outskirts of the South Eugene campus, I was already soaked to the bone. Then, out of nowhere, heavy rain turned into buckets. It was such a sudden and dramatic change, I couldn't help but stop to look around. For some reason I'm not entirely sure of, I shed my clothes and waded into the creek the path follows. Looking straight up at the sky, letting the rain hit me full-force, feeling the current swirling around my legs and waist, I closed my eyes and gave a brief prayer of gratitude. And when I opened my eyes again, I was smiling. I don't know why I did any of that. But for some reason, it felt right.
Some people say that they find a similar feeling when they just barely cheat death. Or when they get truly lost in a certain sport. Or in male orgasm. Call it the touch of God, or a rush of endorphins, or whatever the hell you want. But if you ever stumble across that feeling, whatever you do, don't ignore it, don't disregard it, and don't forget about it. Hold on tight, and recall it in a moment when you're unsure, or despairing, or tired, or when you just plain need a pick-me-up. Sometimes, in the madness of living, it helps to remember just how beautiful something can be. Especially after reading a shitty and boring livejournal entry from someone who's not very good with words.
Bandwagons, anyone?
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me . It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. And jack off while doing it.
By the time I was walking down the bike path that shimmies along the outskirts of the South Eugene campus, I was already soaked to the bone. Then, out of nowhere, heavy rain turned into buckets. It was such a sudden and dramatic change, I couldn't help but stop to look around. For some reason I'm not entirely sure of, I shed my clothes and waded into the creek the path follows. Looking straight up at the sky, letting the rain hit me full-force, feeling the current swirling around my legs and waist, I closed my eyes and gave a brief prayer of gratitude. And when I opened my eyes again, I was smiling. I don't know why I did any of that. But for some reason, it felt right.
Some people say that they find a similar feeling when they just barely cheat death. Or when they get truly lost in a certain sport. Or in male orgasm. Call it the touch of God, or a rush of endorphins, or whatever the hell you want. But if you ever stumble across that feeling, whatever you do, don't ignore it, don't disregard it, and don't forget about it. Hold on tight, and recall it in a moment when you're unsure, or despairing, or tired, or when you just plain need a pick-me-up. Sometimes, in the madness of living, it helps to remember just how beautiful something can be. Especially after reading a shitty and boring livejournal entry from someone who's not very good with words.
Bandwagons, anyone?
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me . It can be anything you want- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. And jack off while doing it.