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It's gonna be a glorious day.
I feel my luck could change, although the difference between today and yesterday is immense and the difference between one hour and one day is minute. He loooked at me and smiled, everything is okay, we hugged for a bit and I knew everything was perfect. So subsided by our underlying motivation that it blinded me to see that a fantastic person exists. Optimism has reached a newer standard and has yet to come crashing down. Good.
I jump for joy at the prospect of any new encounter with people, I always seem to be shot down when any sort of conversation feels forced and when ending it seems like the immediate fate of our interaction. This weekends interactions were less than heartfelt and emotional, when left alone with one other person I felt the need to interrupt silence by parodying everything they said in a british, or gay latino accent. This was yesterday amist a stoned stupor driving a friend around the city so she could get her daily fix of THC enriched smoke.
Sarah had a party on Saturday, entitled "The Pretty People Pary: No Fat Girls Allowed". She felt inclined to have a party for the sole purpose of not inviting a girl she didn't like, who is also fat. We laughed at the poor turnout of events and turned a very cold, elitist shoulder to her. I feel kinda bad.
I ended up sharing some very deep and dark sexual secrets with a group of people from Ireland and a mess of strippers, and a rapper from New York. How did I end up in this situation? I don't know..but what I did know was that sushi was abundant, and until the Sushi is running dry, I will stay and humor these people for a just little longer.
I apply that to most of my daily interactions.
I feel my luck could change, although the difference between today and yesterday is immense and the difference between one hour and one day is minute. He loooked at me and smiled, everything is okay, we hugged for a bit and I knew everything was perfect. So subsided by our underlying motivation that it blinded me to see that a fantastic person exists. Optimism has reached a newer standard and has yet to come crashing down. Good.
I jump for joy at the prospect of any new encounter with people, I always seem to be shot down when any sort of conversation feels forced and when ending it seems like the immediate fate of our interaction. This weekends interactions were less than heartfelt and emotional, when left alone with one other person I felt the need to interrupt silence by parodying everything they said in a british, or gay latino accent. This was yesterday amist a stoned stupor driving a friend around the city so she could get her daily fix of THC enriched smoke.
Sarah had a party on Saturday, entitled "The Pretty People Pary: No Fat Girls Allowed". She felt inclined to have a party for the sole purpose of not inviting a girl she didn't like, who is also fat. We laughed at the poor turnout of events and turned a very cold, elitist shoulder to her. I feel kinda bad.
I ended up sharing some very deep and dark sexual secrets with a group of people from Ireland and a mess of strippers, and a rapper from New York. How did I end up in this situation? I don't know..but what I did know was that sushi was abundant, and until the Sushi is running dry, I will stay and humor these people for a just little longer.
I apply that to most of my daily interactions.