Apr 07, 2004 19:31
Dag, I'm falling into a little pit of nostalgia. I was reading an old friend's journal, and surprisingly realized that they were never my friend at all. I was completely enamored with him and he barely gave me a sideways glance. Funny to think at one point I considered him so close. I was an utter fool. I threw myself at his feet without even looking for nails, which I could have guessed where there if I’d taken the time to think about it. The entire situation makes me wonder how oblivious I am to my relationships with people in the present. I would hate to look back on them in a few years and feel the same way I do about them as I do him. It’s a silly thing, this concept of love; it’s too complicated for my taste. I confuse myself and, because of that, hurt myself.
When Jake’s band becomes famous I’m going to be one of their roadies. I’ll go on tour with them and make sure no one dies…unless I get into a little tiff with Ben and then I can’t really promise anything.
I went for my bike ride. My happy 6-7 mile bike ride. Ee-gads, I didn’t know I could do that. As lovely as the valley is at this time of the year, I want to get the fuck away from everyone. I feel like being with a large group of people I don’t know and having a nice, little adventure. Grrar, must get license…