All Kinds of Time
Ah, my night was SO weird.
It was late and I couldn't sleep so I went to wal-mart and walked around trying to clear my head. I came to the $5 movie bin and ran into a married couple who kept recommending movies to me. A couple of guys around my age came along. One was a little shorter than me, had bleach blonde hair and an amazingly perfect set of teeth. I started telling him about how I'd last seen the movie Highway and he thought it was cool. He asked what I went to school for and what I was doing now. The two guys eventually left and I said my goodbye's to the married couple (who even though they didn't find the movies they were looking for walked away with a healthy handful). I wandered around the soda section and came to the conclusion that I wanted 1 litre bottles. And heck if I was going to find cold 1 litres at wal-mart.
So, I took highway 10 and stopped in at the gas station on Sunfish where I found the emo scene kid working the third shift. We talked for about 3 hours about everything. There was religion, and work, his brother was a police officer, wal-mart, the war in Iraq, the war on terror, vietnam, mac vs. pc, halo, the new gaming systems, and momentarily anime. When I say everything I mean EVERYTHING.
I don't know. Maybe last night was meant to restore my faith in humanity a little. Maybe that wasn't its purpose, but that's what it did. I no longer have complaints or rants that come to mind about people.
Except how I can only relate this way it seems... with strangers I meet at 2-3 in the morning.
Also, I'm still losing Frost and Oneira. It helps when Frost gives me hugs and says she wants to be on my team for cranium. Just, little things, you know? Oneira still doesn't know that she needs to help. She's fallen, hard, and I don't know what to do to soften the landing, but I've got to say something and say something soon.
And here am I. On the road alone again. Seriously? I'm not jealous or hurt and really it probably is for the best. I mean, when's the last time I had a minute to center without having to center AROUND someone or something else? I don't know.
All I know is that I'll always be the one to drop everything and move half-way around the world for someone else. Why? Because I'm not living for the money or the prestigous career. I'm in it for the adventure. I'm in it for the crazies I meet in the middle of the night who assure me that the rest of the world isn't really THAT messed up. I'm in it for the moonlight that works better than headlights or streetlamps ever do. I'm in it for the all night diners and the waittresses who get the 20% tip regardless. I'm in it for the white trash, the long haul, the radio stations, the grinding gears, the stuttering transmission. I'm in it for across the country or around the world. Just tell me to pack my bags and I'm there.
-Edehn
It was late and I couldn't sleep so I went to wal-mart and walked around trying to clear my head. I came to the $5 movie bin and ran into a married couple who kept recommending movies to me. A couple of guys around my age came along. One was a little shorter than me, had bleach blonde hair and an amazingly perfect set of teeth. I started telling him about how I'd last seen the movie Highway and he thought it was cool. He asked what I went to school for and what I was doing now. The two guys eventually left and I said my goodbye's to the married couple (who even though they didn't find the movies they were looking for walked away with a healthy handful). I wandered around the soda section and came to the conclusion that I wanted 1 litre bottles. And heck if I was going to find cold 1 litres at wal-mart.
So, I took highway 10 and stopped in at the gas station on Sunfish where I found the emo scene kid working the third shift. We talked for about 3 hours about everything. There was religion, and work, his brother was a police officer, wal-mart, the war in Iraq, the war on terror, vietnam, mac vs. pc, halo, the new gaming systems, and momentarily anime. When I say everything I mean EVERYTHING.
I don't know. Maybe last night was meant to restore my faith in humanity a little. Maybe that wasn't its purpose, but that's what it did. I no longer have complaints or rants that come to mind about people.
Except how I can only relate this way it seems... with strangers I meet at 2-3 in the morning.
Also, I'm still losing Frost and Oneira. It helps when Frost gives me hugs and says she wants to be on my team for cranium. Just, little things, you know? Oneira still doesn't know that she needs to help. She's fallen, hard, and I don't know what to do to soften the landing, but I've got to say something and say something soon.
And here am I. On the road alone again. Seriously? I'm not jealous or hurt and really it probably is for the best. I mean, when's the last time I had a minute to center without having to center AROUND someone or something else? I don't know.
All I know is that I'll always be the one to drop everything and move half-way around the world for someone else. Why? Because I'm not living for the money or the prestigous career. I'm in it for the adventure. I'm in it for the crazies I meet in the middle of the night who assure me that the rest of the world isn't really THAT messed up. I'm in it for the moonlight that works better than headlights or streetlamps ever do. I'm in it for the all night diners and the waittresses who get the 20% tip regardless. I'm in it for the white trash, the long haul, the radio stations, the grinding gears, the stuttering transmission. I'm in it for across the country or around the world. Just tell me to pack my bags and I'm there.
-Edehn