Happy 8th of July (Well happy 9th)

Jul 09, 2006 10:34

Yesterday was Tuscola's big 4th of July festival. No need to mention the obvious error. I go every year. I missed one year by going to Disney World, which is a fair trade.

There's mud volleyball, which I've never played. Never even really been asked, not that it's a sore spot. My name has come up as a last minute replacement or a joke. I could make my own team, but that's a lot of effort, and my team would be well, losers. Really I just like to watch mud volleyball. It's tradition.

I actually love to watch festivals. I used to want to go to parties with friends and family. And I still like that, but I always feel trapped. Last night I rode my bike from place to place and around the park during the fireworks.

There's a brief moment of lonely depression, a few too many checks of the phone; and then I'm submerged in everything and with no one: very happy and always moving.

Then the festivals over and I'm checking the phone for missed calls, missed txt, and contacts who I miss. Then I'm home and checking the internet for new comments, friend requests, and messages. Looking at my schedule and circling the upcoming festivals.
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