Car Rides, Country Legends, Introspective Talk, Mysterious Metaphors, and Riddles within Riddles
Amazing how a lot can happen in the short time between entries, and yet can seem like absolutely nothing at the same time.
Saturday- Great time meeting up again with Norah, Emily, Dylan, and Luan. Eventually met up with Brian and Kendall go to ride carnival rides and see Triptii, and then see Boondock Saints. Good times all around.
Sunday- Family time and tearful good-byes. Oye. Like my emotions can take much more.
Monday- Woke up at 4 so I could get a plane back to KU in time for class. BAH. Today was actually full of interesting experiences, really. On the shuttle from KCI to KU, I had a conversation with the driver on how people are afraid to help others because people have forgotten how to repay the kindness of others. Apparently, this guy had hitchhiked his way around the nation when he was younger, and eventually decided to stick to the shuttle business because it’s what he loved: getting to meet people and being essentially his own boss on the road. It certainly gave me perspective on myself and made me think of what I want to do with my life. Of course, I have no idea, so that makes it difficult. And when we weren’t talking, he would blast the Country Legends station with “the best country from the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s,” and singing along, no less. Actually, I found it quite humorous. He seemed like a nice guy who loved what he did.
After that, class per usual. Then, Kirsten and I went to see “The Brothers Grimm,” a sufficiently entertaining movie, if not very good in and of itself. I really enjoyed myself, albeit some of the talk made me nervous. Word riddles and mind games are a dangerous game and misinterpreting things leads to NOTHING good. Albeit, as Freud said, “Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” So, who knows if any of the talk had double, triple, or dare I say, QUADRUPLE meanings. Haha, I do know how to play that game too, and inserted my own little double meanings into things. I found it kind of fun, if a little sad. In the end, it means nothing. But then again, where is the end, if any? They say it’s the journey that means the most, not the end result. Well, I, for one, want to see the freaking road in front of me to follow this so called "symbolic" journey. I’m tired of chasing shadows and wandering blind. But then again, what else can we do?
~sometimes I wish someone out there will find me~