The other day, as I was going into the grocery store, a stranger stopped me and demanded that I look at the sky. The sun was setting and the clouds were all manner of beautiful. We stood there for a minute together looking at it. Sometimes I’m glad to be bossed by strangers.
I was thinking about this as I walked this morning and how sometimes strangers are useful things. I have all manner of events coming up this weekend and the idea of just sitting down and watching the sky with a stranger sounds nice. I’m tired of having to re-evaluate my life every single day. I’m tired of re-hashing my life story over and over. I’m tired of being maudlin when I have a glass a wine: I act worse than a 15-year-old emo boy!
At this point in my maudlin, emo walk, my little earphones randomly decided I needed some upbeat bouncy songs. I’ve decided I’m taking Sunday off altogether to be a hermit who sits outside to watch clouds. No wine.
An Erinku:
tomato
on my desk
lopsided
yet tasty
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