The Littlest Things

So while I was sorting out my belongings to pack, I found some fantastic souvenirs from my life. This I had to share, it is a letter from a friend of mine who informs me of a special skill to have:

"That is all too humorous, I must say...

Of course, I feel it my duty as the wise old geezer I am to ensure you that you take a valuable life lesson from all of this. No matter how much you despise someone, never EVER publish those feelings in writing, especially not in public domain. One thing I have learned regarding these matters is that no matter how badly you verbally bash someone, even if it is to the absolute wrong people, with a little careful thought and planning, you can spin it all off and come out relatively unscathed. A talented spin doctor can call someone a dirty bastard to their face and 3 minutes later have that person buying them drinks. However, the moment you write your feelings down and someone reads the, no amount of spin can erase those words for they will forever be a testament in ink and parchment to your malice and lack of judgment.

I think very little, if anything at all, of the majority of people I meet in life, but no matter how detestable a person is, I will always put on a smile and listen blankly with hollow interest to their useless banter. It may seem as if that is coddling to the feelings and desires of others, but in reality, it is simply good public relations which I have learned, is the key to success in nearly every profitable domain.

I'll talk to you soon my favorite

Cheers

_________"


After reading this, I retract what I said about Bath and Body Works. :)

Bottle it Up

I recently realized that I am in a state of immobility. I feel as if people are moving around me at lightening speed, while I simply participate by making cameos in their busy lives. KM is in Spain, BD, ML, SS, all left for Kentucky, JH has drum corps every weekend and will be leaving on tour soon, MR recently got back from Indiana, and my mother has been busy flying to Denver, driving to Ocean City, and back home periodically.
I go to work, take care of the apartment, and then hang out with physical memories. JM is one of the best examples, an old flame who has returned to the friend zone. I enjoy hanging out with him even though his visits are often ladened with awkwardness left over from not enough closer. Our break up was rough and it's pointless to bring up a sore subject, that will be impossible to let go if discussed again.
MH doesn't embody the girl I remember so much as crush the memory of who I knew the first few years we were friends. This is not a bad thing, she's just different, to the point where she sometimes concerns me. I have told her about it, but I know she's a big girl and can take care of herself.
I do things, I'm not bored. I'm just wavering from the consistency of familiarity in my life right now. I know my apartment, I know work, and I know my friends well. I just want to experience difference in my routine. I am of the disorder of loving change and the unknown. I get restless if everything stays the same for to long.

As my mother has always said: "Familiarity breeds contempt."

Well I agree, hopefully I will experience something new soon...before I break out in hives...

more on this later