Hello again, in such a short time I know
Mostly I have developed a hypothesis, as you read in the title. It isnt based on tons of things, and I guess this entry is more of an exploration of another idea. I'd love to hear some feedback if you agree.
The hypothesis was sparked because I decided to go to a fabric store in Watertown today. While I was there I discovered that this store in fact really only sells fabric for furniture. Still, I was able to find something that I would LOVE to make a dress out of. I just couldnt commit to the order it and come back later thing... ANYWAY, it was a little bizarre because when I walked into the store this guy who was standing across the store stared at me for about 5 minutes, walked over and told me that he liked my boots. (I'm wearing my rainboots. For those of you who dont know, they are bright pink and yellow insanity that i bought when I was at the Yale revisit weekend and it freaking MONSOONED the entire time.) It didnt occur to me that this young guy worked there... I mean, its a FABRIC STORE. But apparently he did, cause I asked a lady about some of the fabrics and she sent me to talk to him.
Well everytime I tried to continue on my way after talking to him, he just kept going. I put on my polite face, but i wasnt looking thrilled about a conversation about cushion covers.
And then it happened.
"Come here often?"
I think my jaw dropped since thats a line Ali and I joke about using whenever something awkward is going on.
I starred back without replying. This he took to be encouraging (?) and so he came closer to me.
"I just wondered...are you...? You're not...a teenager...right?"
I quickly informed him that yes, yes I was. And he laughed a little. in this oh shit this is awkward way. and I caught sight of his GOLD PLATED GRILLS. I thought Grillz were something that Nelly raps about but dont really exist...I guess they are alive and well in the suburbs of Boston. Oh dear. After that I left the store, realizing there was nothing for me there, and I tried to drive home through the monsoons that have, thankfully, cleared up quite a bit.
All in time for this evening's red sox game. Always good. I think I even see the sun!
Continuing on with a different theme, can I just remark on how often people I know trip over the same proverbial rock millions of times? And its so frusterating to watch, but when it's you doing it, you never notice?
I'm tripping over the same stupid proverbial rock. A lot. But not in an unhealthy way. I'm young, so my stupid rock is just about my feelings and ideas towards other people. It feels like people (ok maybe just a person) who I want more than anything to understand, keeps coming back and throwing me wrenches. Keeps it interesting, is what I'd normally say, but I hate feeling vulnerable. It would be better if I could keep the whole thing off my mind, and continue as I had before this most recent wrench, but I cant. Ah well.
So whether its because you've become that isolationist couple who loses touch with all their friends, the person who clings too much, the one who always goes back to that guy, the one who holds too many grudges, the one who never tells you what is wrong and holds it all in until they explode...we all have have friends like this and we make the same mistakes. But when is it time to look and step over the rock and leave it behind? And how do you help someone do the same?
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