Rain visiting... and has now built a home
So, the rain visiting SLC was nice. There was thunder, it smelled great, and it was a nice reminder of home.
Except that it's a been a few weeks. I really enjoy reminders of home, but I also really enjoy time in teh sun and lots of rain is a bit counter productive to that. Still, the mountains are green.
I read through a couple old emails, then deleted the folder. I found I just didn't feel a need to keep them around.
Yesterday feels like 100 years ago, and just 4-6 years ago yesterday felt like five minutes ago. clearly there has been some sort of time dimensional warping going on the past few years. Maybe it's that I realized I was actually old, and thus became old. I'd ponder going back to that ignorant bliss, but then I think back on it.
I think we all deal with it. Insecurity, drama, depression, stupidity, larger than reaction to issues... oh wait, that's drama.
I remember in highschool that I had a girl I was dating. I don't remember the exact details anymore, but I insisted that I go to her because "she needed me". I think she'd run away or got in trouble and had called me. How did my parents even deal with that crap? I am thankful they didn' t allow me to be sucked into that drama.
I remember the extremes. "Loving" someone then "hating" them when I was hurt. Ugh. I sort of miss the Limbido, but pretty sure the females of the world are greatful I can actually manage a few days without sex now. There was a time where I don't think i could last a few hours. Sex is fun and all, but holy crap that was distracting!!!
I was a very passionate person. I think a lot of people were unable to meet that passion and some just weren't able to deal with hit. Very intense. In a way I wonder if I was like a guy at work. He's a great guy but he's very intense and he just comes off like an ass sometimes. I doubt he means it and frankly... he's a great guy. I could see him really intimidating people. Sometimes, I wonder if I was like that.
My life was such a long time ago. I was once so small, dangling in the trees, humming and making rings from the leaves while watching the ants marching to and fro or tending to their aphid cows on the rose bushes.
I fought an imaginary war to protect my grape vines in the backyard because the "guberment" said they were addictive. They were MINE! I'm amused at the fact that there's really no difference than that and the "bad guys" in the war on drugs.
I remember being pissed at my parents so I found some poison oak to rub on the door knob. There was another kid at school telling me he wasn't allergic to it too. He rubbed it all over him. I think it was towards the end of the school year and I never saw him again. My parents never complained of itching though.
I remember being caught stealing from the money jar so I could get some schwan's ice cream.
Child hood was so long ago. The teenage years were so long ago. I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Maybe no where. I think I should eventually really take the time to put my memories down. When i think back, I remember a very interesting life.
Except that it's a been a few weeks. I really enjoy reminders of home, but I also really enjoy time in teh sun and lots of rain is a bit counter productive to that. Still, the mountains are green.
I read through a couple old emails, then deleted the folder. I found I just didn't feel a need to keep them around.
Yesterday feels like 100 years ago, and just 4-6 years ago yesterday felt like five minutes ago. clearly there has been some sort of time dimensional warping going on the past few years. Maybe it's that I realized I was actually old, and thus became old. I'd ponder going back to that ignorant bliss, but then I think back on it.
I think we all deal with it. Insecurity, drama, depression, stupidity, larger than reaction to issues... oh wait, that's drama.
I remember in highschool that I had a girl I was dating. I don't remember the exact details anymore, but I insisted that I go to her because "she needed me". I think she'd run away or got in trouble and had called me. How did my parents even deal with that crap? I am thankful they didn' t allow me to be sucked into that drama.
I remember the extremes. "Loving" someone then "hating" them when I was hurt. Ugh. I sort of miss the Limbido, but pretty sure the females of the world are greatful I can actually manage a few days without sex now. There was a time where I don't think i could last a few hours. Sex is fun and all, but holy crap that was distracting!!!
I was a very passionate person. I think a lot of people were unable to meet that passion and some just weren't able to deal with hit. Very intense. In a way I wonder if I was like a guy at work. He's a great guy but he's very intense and he just comes off like an ass sometimes. I doubt he means it and frankly... he's a great guy. I could see him really intimidating people. Sometimes, I wonder if I was like that.
My life was such a long time ago. I was once so small, dangling in the trees, humming and making rings from the leaves while watching the ants marching to and fro or tending to their aphid cows on the rose bushes.
I fought an imaginary war to protect my grape vines in the backyard because the "guberment" said they were addictive. They were MINE! I'm amused at the fact that there's really no difference than that and the "bad guys" in the war on drugs.
I remember being pissed at my parents so I found some poison oak to rub on the door knob. There was another kid at school telling me he wasn't allergic to it too. He rubbed it all over him. I think it was towards the end of the school year and I never saw him again. My parents never complained of itching though.
I remember being caught stealing from the money jar so I could get some schwan's ice cream.
Child hood was so long ago. The teenage years were so long ago. I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Maybe no where. I think I should eventually really take the time to put my memories down. When i think back, I remember a very interesting life.