well ok, the party is probably still going on and here we are alone cuz i wanted to go with jane and jane wanted to leave at 11:30 cuz that's around jane's ragular bedtime and i knew that when i asked her to come and i'm glad she did cuz i like talking to her and i like bringing someone to a party for a change and so, she was a friend for coming and i was a friend for driving and leaving early with her and where we go from here is wherever tomorrow gets us...
i burned most of a tank of gas driving down to kissimmee (almnost) to pick her up and drive to mt dora for the party (and then drive to buy food cuz i forgot to stop... i love driving and haven't been on the turnpike through orlando in years, but with gas prices as they are, it's a financial challenge to stay in close touch with people who like more than a few miles away... shees, i don't want to imagine driving fifty or a hundred miles a day anymore... so what's up with the hydrogen car?) and then we munched on fruit and veggies and healthy stuff i bought while ignoring the other stuff... was not too much of a challenge after a while...
either jane was too tired to talk afterward or she was tired of me cuz she went into her house right after i pulled into her driveway... my first instinct wasn't even to drive into her driveway, but to pull up at the curb and let her out... and it wasn't until i pulled away that i realized i could have walked her to her door... i am so ignorant when it comes to some social skills...
so i wrote some self-analysis in a letter to jane and who knows, it may become part of letters to friends after a while cuz there are dozens of emails with much babbling and information and worthwhile words (for me, at least) inspired by wonderful people in my sent box and in other files...
i've come a long way from myself in search of who i am and a long way from the one i hope to find lost in my mind and such a long way from the moment i could fully understand and such a very long way from the one i left behind...
or something like that :}
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