i love the way the stars were falling out of the sky when i was driving home last night. they felt so close. like i was back in the midwest. i've never been in the midwest, but i love the way i compare real experiences to the way i imagine future experiences to be. like comparing things to europe and africa all the time, even though i've never been there. i love the way i was tracing the stars like designs in the sky while i drove then swerved back to reality when i remembered i'd already been pulled over on that road before and should probably focus. even i would be embarassed to hit a pole and say it was because i'd simply become too enamored by the stars to fully concentrate on the road. kinda sounds like the little girl i saw at work with a cast on her arm who explained to me , "oh, i was chasing a butterfly and i tripped." her mom rolled her eyes and held up her arms to me as if to say 'what are ya gonna do?' and i laughed cause i could see my mom and me in that mom and daughter.
i love laughing with my mom. ohhh we are crazy together. and apart. i love the way i am not so afraid of becoming like my parents anymore. i guess i thought they were weirder than me when i was growing up - who was i kidding?! i've inherited quirks from both of them and created my own, amplifying that supposed weirdness and embracing it. much to my friends delight and chagrin. delight when it means that the things i do yield wonderful results - or so i like to think. i'll ask anyone for anything and it has been known to get us shortcuts, lifeguards phone numbers, things crossed off our life lists, discounts and freebies, or at the very least some hilarious conversations. i love when i spouted off a bunch of typical chelsea gibberish the other weekend and one of my best friends shook her head and said something like, "you know, people say that you have to drink to have fun, but listen to you. you're completely sober right now and i've never heard anyone say ANYTHING like this ..." i don't know if a 'you're welcome' or 'i am so sorry' would have been the more appropriate response, but it didn't matter - because i just laughed.
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