| | Did you ever stop and think about your life and say, "when the hell did I get old?"
I had that moment yesterday as I was sitting on my couch. I looked around me and realized this is my condo and everything in it I bought tv's, computer's, bed , couches, tables, kitchen supplies etc etc. The the universe began to collapse on me when I realized how much stuff I had and that I was working at a good job that pays me well and a nice car. When the hell did I get those? haha. I couldn't help thinking that it felt like yesterday when I was just hanging out with one of my friends on a warm summer day just sitting on the grass of Flick Park thinking about all the possibilities the future holds. Ugh! then I realized that friend is now married! DAMN HIM! for making me feel more old! haha
Memories:
"The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you."
–Jack Handey
It is funny because I don't think memories are about the details but just about how they made you feel for that one moment in time.
After working out yesterday I played a cd that I made in my college years. IT is funny because I made that cd because I was utterly infatuated with a girl that went to my church in San Francisco. I never really felt that way before I grew out of the "crush" stage in life. Even now when I thought about her I couldn't help but swoon. I even sort of fell for a girl that went to northwestern because she reminded me of her. It is funny because as most know I have no problem talking to complete strangers girl or guy, attractive or non-attractive but for some odd reason I literately could not complete full sentences when she was around. Hmmmmm, but sadly she had a boyfriend that was studying to be a pastor and she to was studying to be in ministry. Could of tried to steal her away but my morals got the best of me. I think that is when it all started, when I do something kind or moral I am always punished for it in some form or fashion. sigh! how fate and life twists you in ways you never thought you could be twisted. |
| | Posted 1/17/2008 5:10 PM - 70 views - 1 comments
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