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I never use to consider myself an 'outdoors' person. I lived in it. It was always around. Where I grew up I was inches from forest, mountains, water, beach, snow. All was there. And I remember days where I never stept foot outside, Beautiful summer days passing by while I pondered other thing in my room. Categorized and cataloged, watched and divulged. Mind you, I have plenty of memory of days in hammocks, of sunburns, stars and forest wanderings. But now, thrust into a concrete jungle, I wake up and long to get outside. Whatever the weather. And am discontent if I do not sufficiently fulfill that desire.
I won't be making as much as I had expected at my second job. But it's still more than nothing.
I need to get a different apartment, and not just for the obvious reasons. I have a new life. It's time for a new place. No longer do I need this rabbit hole.
Some of Garths mentality has rubbed on to me. Or rather, my nose. I am drawn to smells, or maybe I am paying attention to them in a fuller sense then I previously did. Mostly earth smells. But people to. People are accompanied with a sent that if fully breathed, it tells much about themselves. This goes beyond hygiene, soap and cologne. Or maybe I am just crazy. But I feel this way about hands too. Hands are the most telling thing about a person. The people who have treated me the poorest in my life have had the ugliest hands. I remember men from my past and their relationships to or with me...I think of their hands, and it all makes so much sense to me. The hands are the windows to the soul, not the eyes. Eyes have a great way of lieing to you, so convincingly too.
I won't be making as much as I had expected at my second job. But it's still more than nothing.
I need to get a different apartment, and not just for the obvious reasons. I have a new life. It's time for a new place. No longer do I need this rabbit hole.
Some of Garths mentality has rubbed on to me. Or rather, my nose. I am drawn to smells, or maybe I am paying attention to them in a fuller sense then I previously did. Mostly earth smells. But people to. People are accompanied with a sent that if fully breathed, it tells much about themselves. This goes beyond hygiene, soap and cologne. Or maybe I am just crazy. But I feel this way about hands too. Hands are the most telling thing about a person. The people who have treated me the poorest in my life have had the ugliest hands. I remember men from my past and their relationships to or with me...I think of their hands, and it all makes so much sense to me. The hands are the windows to the soul, not the eyes. Eyes have a great way of lieing to you, so convincingly too.