Him: (laughing) That’s pretty funny – you have a good sense of humor. (holding out hand) My name’s Jack, this is my wife, Claire.
Me: (taking hand) Logan. And thanks. I bought it on ebay for a buck fifty.
The thing about misery is that it always comes. That parasitic fear’s parta the deal, I suppose.
For mosta my youth, did a lotta stress eating; meaning when bad things happen, end up downing anything and everything. As a young adult, did a lotta stress fighting – meaning I got into scrapes for no real good reason. But being old means I go to the gym whenever things get tough.
Been going to the gym a lot lately.
Cause people I know and love’ve been in the hospital a lot lately. Four to be exact.
They’re all gonna be fine, I
think hope. But it’s stressful – after all, life’s a tragedy fulla joy.
I like wrestling and fencing cause, for 15 minutes at a time, y’think of nuthin. You just try not to get hit or choked. It’s nice to not think sometimes. Oftentimes, wish my brain would just shut off for a bit and leave me be. But it only does when I wrestle or fence. So off I go.
Last week, though, couldn’t go cause I had to be near a phone in case of emergencies. Isn’t the waiting the worst part? And so, with nuthing to slash or choke, stuffed my face like I was 12 again.
Did manage to find time to slip into a friend’s wedding where I met a buncha nice folks. It’s nice having your person and your people.
Her: You’re home. How was it?
Me: There was rum and meat, so it was great. But it’s always nice to be home.
And it is.
Like I said, it’s nice having your person and your people.
Location: at a breakfast with a dean of law
Music: would I walk for a hundred miles for an instant northern smile