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Cops are douchebags.
I got in a pretty heated argument with one last night. He was being a prick, on a fucking power trip, and he can take his summons and shove it up his ass.
I've been hanging out with a new group. Their stoner gamer nerds, so we'll sit around all night playing games and fucking around. Stealing my TV into my room and playing Silent Hill 2 to the sound of two or three different Oblivion games, waiting for Shafer to open for breakfast. Laying half-conscious on my floor listening to the conversations of almost a dozen people I don't really know. Hanging out on the Belle Isle rocks after goofing off at the gym pool. It's definitely been good. And it's awesome to come home and find two or three of my friends just chillin' around my apartment.
Since I've been either with these guys or at work, I haven't had much time to think. Now that they're still sleeping, I'm trying to reassure myself that I'm okay with what's taking place elsewhere. You's guys have read about the guy who's moving to Oregon (whatever vague information I've given up, anyway). We never got together, but hung out a few times and expressed in coded conversation our appreciation for each other. Last this happened was a couple weeks ago, and I never took the chance to tell him how amazing a person he is to be around. I've pretty much lost that opportunity, as I leave for home Monday and he for Oregon Tuesday, and I don't have a way to get in touch with him. I last saw him Wednesday, with the mutual intent of running in to each other at Julep's over the weekend. I don't expect to ever see him again.
And I think, in a very distant and mild way given the circumstances, I'd fallen in love with him. As much as I could see of him, at least, and he's a pretty open person. There was something so soothing and invigorating about his presence. He's one of the kindest people I've met, yet he's got a keen sense of justice while maintaining an empathy for everyone. He's a nature kid (at 25), loves reggae and is probably even more restless to live than I am. Funny as hell. And the lack of a proper send off on my part's got me a little bummed that this is the end of my experience with Ben. Yeah, it's alright to be bummed about it, I've just been trying hard to keep as loose a grip on my feelings about it as possible. So it turns out he's meant to be passing. I know too well if I try to attach myself to my feelings for him (and they are still very new feelings), I'll let myself become pretty depressed. 'Cause I've never felt this way about anyone, and it's been a long time since I've connected like that with someone new. Hell, I don't think I've ever connected with someone with the intensity I have with him.
But I appreciate the simple fact that I got to know him. He himself didn't get to be much of a part of my life, but it makes me happy to realize he was there at all. Best of luck to him; he'll be happy to get the hell outta Richmond.
Guys are up, so I'm gonna make a run to the store and refresh the supply of juice and junk. Thanks for reading through this mess.
I got in a pretty heated argument with one last night. He was being a prick, on a fucking power trip, and he can take his summons and shove it up his ass.
I've been hanging out with a new group. Their stoner gamer nerds, so we'll sit around all night playing games and fucking around. Stealing my TV into my room and playing Silent Hill 2 to the sound of two or three different Oblivion games, waiting for Shafer to open for breakfast. Laying half-conscious on my floor listening to the conversations of almost a dozen people I don't really know. Hanging out on the Belle Isle rocks after goofing off at the gym pool. It's definitely been good. And it's awesome to come home and find two or three of my friends just chillin' around my apartment.
Since I've been either with these guys or at work, I haven't had much time to think. Now that they're still sleeping, I'm trying to reassure myself that I'm okay with what's taking place elsewhere. You's guys have read about the guy who's moving to Oregon (whatever vague information I've given up, anyway). We never got together, but hung out a few times and expressed in coded conversation our appreciation for each other. Last this happened was a couple weeks ago, and I never took the chance to tell him how amazing a person he is to be around. I've pretty much lost that opportunity, as I leave for home Monday and he for Oregon Tuesday, and I don't have a way to get in touch with him. I last saw him Wednesday, with the mutual intent of running in to each other at Julep's over the weekend. I don't expect to ever see him again.
And I think, in a very distant and mild way given the circumstances, I'd fallen in love with him. As much as I could see of him, at least, and he's a pretty open person. There was something so soothing and invigorating about his presence. He's one of the kindest people I've met, yet he's got a keen sense of justice while maintaining an empathy for everyone. He's a nature kid (at 25), loves reggae and is probably even more restless to live than I am. Funny as hell. And the lack of a proper send off on my part's got me a little bummed that this is the end of my experience with Ben. Yeah, it's alright to be bummed about it, I've just been trying hard to keep as loose a grip on my feelings about it as possible. So it turns out he's meant to be passing. I know too well if I try to attach myself to my feelings for him (and they are still very new feelings), I'll let myself become pretty depressed. 'Cause I've never felt this way about anyone, and it's been a long time since I've connected like that with someone new. Hell, I don't think I've ever connected with someone with the intensity I have with him.
But I appreciate the simple fact that I got to know him. He himself didn't get to be much of a part of my life, but it makes me happy to realize he was there at all. Best of luck to him; he'll be happy to get the hell outta Richmond.
Guys are up, so I'm gonna make a run to the store and refresh the supply of juice and junk. Thanks for reading through this mess.