I’m on a train, but there’s no one at the helm
Damn I'm mellow.
I was sitting in traffic at a light yesterday, when I heard a honk off to my left. I glanced over, noticed nothing, looked back forward. I heard a honk again, looked over, and this time noticed these two hot, bleached hair girls waving at me. Situation seemed incredibly childish, but it was quite an ego stroking.
Occaisionally, I feel completely under-appreciated. I gave a gift to a friend the other day (gifts that took some effort to find), to which I got a thanks, but it struck me as a thanks given without considering the action taken. Like, just saying thanks, without thinking at all of the effort being given it and so on. Maybe I'm odd, but no matter what I get I see the effort that went into it or the thoughtfulness of it no matter what it is. It's disheartening and makes me completely rethink the idea of giving gifts when something like this happens. Basically, I don't like putting effort into making people happy when it doesn't have any net effect. I think everyone is that way though, so this point is moot.
I wish I had a silent passenger in my car at times who could just take pictures of the sky and scenery when I drive around. It's too hard taking pictures when you drive a stick shift car. The weather has been gorgeous lately and when it turns shitty again I would like some reminders. Lately with the lack of humidity and all, it's reminded me of living back up North.
Jane, that song "83" by John Mayer is awesome. When you had those lyrics in the title of your journal way back in the day, I never knew where they were from. I burnt a CD with that song after having listened to only the first few seconds any other time, when I finally realized where I recognized it from driving around.
I'm off to Houston tommorrow, staying 'til Thursday.
I was sitting in traffic at a light yesterday, when I heard a honk off to my left. I glanced over, noticed nothing, looked back forward. I heard a honk again, looked over, and this time noticed these two hot, bleached hair girls waving at me. Situation seemed incredibly childish, but it was quite an ego stroking.
Occaisionally, I feel completely under-appreciated. I gave a gift to a friend the other day (gifts that took some effort to find), to which I got a thanks, but it struck me as a thanks given without considering the action taken. Like, just saying thanks, without thinking at all of the effort being given it and so on. Maybe I'm odd, but no matter what I get I see the effort that went into it or the thoughtfulness of it no matter what it is. It's disheartening and makes me completely rethink the idea of giving gifts when something like this happens. Basically, I don't like putting effort into making people happy when it doesn't have any net effect. I think everyone is that way though, so this point is moot.
I wish I had a silent passenger in my car at times who could just take pictures of the sky and scenery when I drive around. It's too hard taking pictures when you drive a stick shift car. The weather has been gorgeous lately and when it turns shitty again I would like some reminders. Lately with the lack of humidity and all, it's reminded me of living back up North.
Jane, that song "83" by John Mayer is awesome. When you had those lyrics in the title of your journal way back in the day, I never knew where they were from. I burnt a CD with that song after having listened to only the first few seconds any other time, when I finally realized where I recognized it from driving around.
I'm off to Houston tommorrow, staying 'til Thursday.