Saturday, February 22, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
The "Itch"
I get "itches".....
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Long nice pause for that nice long, awkward effect.
No no. Not THAT kind of itch.
More like the itch you get when you put on a scratchy sweater. Except for not at all.
It's a restless itch. Maybe even a "stirring", one might say...a sort of "want to flap my arms right now in public but can't because that's against all social norms" kind of thing. Nahmean? (Or am I the only one who ever gets the urge to flap their arms in public? Really? No one?...hmm...strange).
I had a plan. I was going to leave. Get in my car and drive. Rent a tent. Pack up my hiking pack. Moab. St. George. Mentally I was already there. I was going to ditch out on my meeting happening at 11 this morning, ditch out on church happening on Sunday. And just breathe somewhere. Do something. Have some kind of adventure.
It's the adventure itch--the kind you can't buy cream for (ha!).
Oh I was tempted. So very very tempted.
And then I ran into a fella I met last semester. Us meeting was totally random (as in, having-a-cookie-competition-and-he-and-his-friend-were-pulled-in-to-be-unbiased-judges-off-the-street-and-I-recognized- him-because-he-said-good-morning-to-me-every-other-day-kind of random) and us running into each other was a bit random too (as in, walking-home-from-doing-my-first-review-session-with-students-as-a-TA-talking-to-my-mom-about-my-Uganda-project-and-him-just-walking-up-next-to-me-kind of random). Did I lose you anywhere?
So no, I didn't climb any cliffs or put my life in danger or hitch hike. I didn't end up sleeping in my car somewhere crazy or in a tent in the wilderness.
I spent my night with one of my dear roommates, "random guy" and his roommates, on top of a roof of an apartment complex flinging racquetballs across the street using a giant blue, rubber band trying to hit my apartment window....
So I've decided that small adventures count too.
*Grateful for fellas pulling me up on top of a three-story building at one in the morning. *Grateful for my roommate for coming with me. *Grateful for "random fella" and his roommates for just being so much fun.
Cool. :)
I think the itch has subsided....
....for now....
.....
......
...........
Long nice pause for that nice long, awkward effect.
No no. Not THAT kind of itch.
More like the itch you get when you put on a scratchy sweater. Except for not at all.
It's a restless itch. Maybe even a "stirring", one might say...a sort of "want to flap my arms right now in public but can't because that's against all social norms" kind of thing. Nahmean? (Or am I the only one who ever gets the urge to flap their arms in public? Really? No one?...hmm...strange).
I had a plan. I was going to leave. Get in my car and drive. Rent a tent. Pack up my hiking pack. Moab. St. George. Mentally I was already there. I was going to ditch out on my meeting happening at 11 this morning, ditch out on church happening on Sunday. And just breathe somewhere. Do something. Have some kind of adventure.
It's the adventure itch--the kind you can't buy cream for (ha!).
Oh I was tempted. So very very tempted.
And then I ran into a fella I met last semester. Us meeting was totally random (as in, having-a-cookie-competition-and-he-and-his-friend-were-pulled-in-to-be-unbiased-judges-off-the-street-and-I-recognized- him-because-he-said-good-morning-to-me-every-other-day-kind of random) and us running into each other was a bit random too (as in, walking-home-from-doing-my-first-review-session-with-students-as-a-TA-talking-to-my-mom-about-my-Uganda-project-and-him-just-walking-up-next-to-me-kind of random). Did I lose you anywhere?
So no, I didn't climb any cliffs or put my life in danger or hitch hike. I didn't end up sleeping in my car somewhere crazy or in a tent in the wilderness.
I spent my night with one of my dear roommates, "random guy" and his roommates, on top of a roof of an apartment complex flinging racquetballs across the street using a giant blue, rubber band trying to hit my apartment window....
So I've decided that small adventures count too.
*Grateful for fellas pulling me up on top of a three-story building at one in the morning. *Grateful for my roommate for coming with me. *Grateful for "random fella" and his roommates for just being so much fun.
Cool. :)
I think the itch has subsided....
....for now....
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