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stormdogAs I was coming home from dinner, I bumped into someone I hadn't seen for quite some time.
Long ago, in what seems like another life, I was at my friend Jeff's, or Geoff's as he preferred, (someone I occasionally did stuff like D&D and other games with and who lent me his bass guitar once and whose band I watched practice occasionally, though in hindsight I'm not sure we every really *connected* if you know what I mean, but I'm rambling...) house across the street and his cousin Sara came by. Sara is, and I don't know what the PC term is and don't really care because I mean no offense and I hope everyone reading this realizes that, retarded. I didn't talk to her much, but I've seen her occasionally riding her bike around the neighborhood here.
She was coming by as I got out of my car, so I called to her and said hi. Heh. About half an hour later we were still talking. Or, I should say, she was still telling me all about the pop can tabs she's collecting and the rings she buys from Pizza Hut where the crane game is awful and unwinnable and her 39th birthday coming up next month (June 9th) and the cat her mother is going to buy her when she turns 50 who will have the same birthday as her so they can celebrate together, and I was standing and listening. And it was actually kind of interesting. Admittedly, I wouldn't want to do that all day, but for a while I was actually enjoying hearing her talk about her life. Eventually, I was getting a little bored and my legs began to hurt and it became apparent that she was not going to stop or even pause anytime soon, so I broke in and explained that it was getting cold and I should go inside. Heh, I had been waiting for an appropriate spot to break into the conversation, but finally I realized she probably wouldn't be offended if I interrupted. She didn't seem to mind. She kept pressing on me the importance of collecting all these tabs for her, though I told her I'm not home much when she comes by and I don't drink soda much anyway and I don't know if I'll have anything for her. I hope she won't be dissappointed if I don't have a bag of them for her when she comes by next...
It makes me wonder what people like her do all day. She said she works (though she's taking 4 days off because the weather is so nice), and that on Saturdays she rides her bike around the neighborhood collecting tabs and going to the park, but I wonder what that's like for her. Is she happy? Does she have friends? *shrug* She looked happy enough, anyway. It was just an interesting experience talking to someone like that for a while.
Is there a point to this? I don't know. It seemed like there was before, but maybe I've forgotten. It was just something I wanted to write about. She likes malted milk balls. Maybe I'll try and pick some up for her for her birthday when she comes by on her bike...
Long ago, in what seems like another life, I was at my friend Jeff's, or Geoff's as he preferred, (someone I occasionally did stuff like D&D and other games with and who lent me his bass guitar once and whose band I watched practice occasionally, though in hindsight I'm not sure we every really *connected* if you know what I mean, but I'm rambling...) house across the street and his cousin Sara came by. Sara is, and I don't know what the PC term is and don't really care because I mean no offense and I hope everyone reading this realizes that, retarded. I didn't talk to her much, but I've seen her occasionally riding her bike around the neighborhood here.
She was coming by as I got out of my car, so I called to her and said hi. Heh. About half an hour later we were still talking. Or, I should say, she was still telling me all about the pop can tabs she's collecting and the rings she buys from Pizza Hut where the crane game is awful and unwinnable and her 39th birthday coming up next month (June 9th) and the cat her mother is going to buy her when she turns 50 who will have the same birthday as her so they can celebrate together, and I was standing and listening. And it was actually kind of interesting. Admittedly, I wouldn't want to do that all day, but for a while I was actually enjoying hearing her talk about her life. Eventually, I was getting a little bored and my legs began to hurt and it became apparent that she was not going to stop or even pause anytime soon, so I broke in and explained that it was getting cold and I should go inside. Heh, I had been waiting for an appropriate spot to break into the conversation, but finally I realized she probably wouldn't be offended if I interrupted. She didn't seem to mind. She kept pressing on me the importance of collecting all these tabs for her, though I told her I'm not home much when she comes by and I don't drink soda much anyway and I don't know if I'll have anything for her. I hope she won't be dissappointed if I don't have a bag of them for her when she comes by next...
It makes me wonder what people like her do all day. She said she works (though she's taking 4 days off because the weather is so nice), and that on Saturdays she rides her bike around the neighborhood collecting tabs and going to the park, but I wonder what that's like for her. Is she happy? Does she have friends? *shrug* She looked happy enough, anyway. It was just an interesting experience talking to someone like that for a while.
Is there a point to this? I don't know. It seemed like there was before, but maybe I've forgotten. It was just something I wanted to write about. She likes malted milk balls. Maybe I'll try and pick some up for her for her birthday when she comes by on her bike...
