Synchronicity: Enjoy the Ides of March
Mar. 15th, 2006 11:53 amTool - [H.]--- I was reading A Disease of Language on the train, today, when I noticed someone I hadn't seen in about a year and a half, and, even when I noticed, was never really friends with. Friends of friends, and all that.
She waved at me, when I started walking off the train, because I was pretty sure she didn't remember me, and I was set to let it go. Another in the long lines of names and faces I remember, who don't remember me. I'm sure i'm in someone's list of the same.
Anyway, we talked on the way to the mall (I wanted breakfast, because my lovely
mech_angel woke me up with the phrase "Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey."), and she asked what I was studying, in graduate school, after being surprised that I was in graduate school, "already." I told her, and that started this whole conversation about the nature of belief and spirituality, and the kinds of things she's been putting out into the world.
The conversation was, apparently, an affirmation, for her. It was exactly what I needed to turn my day around.
Tool - [Useful Idiot]--- You see, I don't get to spend much time with
mech_angel, in the morning, before I go to class, and she goes to work, so that tends to make me a bit cranky.
Tool - [Fort-Six & 2]--- I was extra cranky, this morning, for not having remembered my dreams, except vaguaries of overpasses, like sections of Maryland, and it being cold in my room. So that, in deciding to stop for food, I ended running into someone only partially known, and having an indepth conversation with them about the nature of the universe, while eating a delicious bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit was a beautiful thing.
It is also March 15th. Today will be a good day.
I never said you had to reply in comments, though I certainly implied it with my diatribe. E-mail. Call me. Come to my house, if I know you like that. Any way you slice it, I'm here, and so are you. If the interneet isn't right for you, you know how to find me. I'm right here.
When I'm not, you'll know.
She waved at me, when I started walking off the train, because I was pretty sure she didn't remember me, and I was set to let it go. Another in the long lines of names and faces I remember, who don't remember me. I'm sure i'm in someone's list of the same.
Anyway, we talked on the way to the mall (I wanted breakfast, because my lovely
The conversation was, apparently, an affirmation, for her. It was exactly what I needed to turn my day around.
Tool - [Useful Idiot]--- You see, I don't get to spend much time with
Tool - [Fort-Six & 2]--- I was extra cranky, this morning, for not having remembered my dreams, except vaguaries of overpasses, like sections of Maryland, and it being cold in my room. So that, in deciding to stop for food, I ended running into someone only partially known, and having an indepth conversation with them about the nature of the universe, while eating a delicious bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit was a beautiful thing.
It is also March 15th. Today will be a good day.
I never said you had to reply in comments, though I certainly implied it with my diatribe. E-mail. Call me. Come to my house, if I know you like that. Any way you slice it, I'm here, and so are you. If the interneet isn't right for you, you know how to find me. I'm right here.
When I'm not, you'll know.
I recall reading you feel less fight-y
Date: 2006-03-15 08:14 pm (UTC)I think even an e-mail addressed to me would have gotten a reply, especially if mine were one of fewer than ten names on the address bar.
Re: I recall reading you feel less fight-y
But when does it?
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Date: 2006-03-16 01:12 am (UTC)no subject