in memory of peter tripp
this weekend was rough in a lot of ways. but out of every rough situation, we learn something about ourselves. although i learned that i'm not very good in drunken-sickness situations, i learned something about me that is completely unrelated. i've figured out why sometimes i'm comfortable with my decisions and sometimes i'm not. i know why sometimes it's okay and other times it isn't. i like to wait for things to come to me. i mean, i'll go out and be spontaneous, but the idea comes to me randomly. i like going to parties when i feel like it, when everything just lines up for me to go out. i don't like thinking "i want to get drunk tonight" and then go out and get drunk. i don't like that feeling. i don't like going out with the intention, expectation, or obligation to do anyting. i just like to let things happen.
ex-cody and i have been talking a lot lately and he likes to joke around with me about how i've changed since that summer. i was talking to him online one night and about ten minutes after i fell asleep i realized that he was right. all the things he says partly in jest, were true. he knew that i wasn't what i used to be, but he also knew that what i used to be is what i want to be. i got up and talked to him and spurted out a few random ideas that i'm sure didn't make much sense, but he just said "good. work it out." and ever since then, he's been calling and talking like we're old friends again. maybe he was just waiting for me to realize it or maybe it's not related at all. maybe he was just calling to check up on me because he knew this was a rough weekend. he knows me so well, he knows who i want to be, who i try to be. it's always good to hear from him. he said that he and his mom were going to come visit me during the summer.
ex-cody and i have been talking a lot lately and he likes to joke around with me about how i've changed since that summer. i was talking to him online one night and about ten minutes after i fell asleep i realized that he was right. all the things he says partly in jest, were true. he knew that i wasn't what i used to be, but he also knew that what i used to be is what i want to be. i got up and talked to him and spurted out a few random ideas that i'm sure didn't make much sense, but he just said "good. work it out." and ever since then, he's been calling and talking like we're old friends again. maybe he was just waiting for me to realize it or maybe it's not related at all. maybe he was just calling to check up on me because he knew this was a rough weekend. he knows me so well, he knows who i want to be, who i try to be. it's always good to hear from him. he said that he and his mom were going to come visit me during the summer.