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my aversion isn’t just limited to what i put here, but extends even to the random thoughts and scribbles that fill up the dozens of notebooks and notepads scattered around my room.

there is a world of difference between knowing about something and writing about it. writing is a powerful thing. it’s almost like writing makes things more real and more true. does that even make sense? i’m not sure it does.

it’s not that i’ve confessed a secret. or that presented a window into my soul. or that i’m afraid of how people will react. in the end, i think it just has a lot to do with the fact that in a year, or two, or three, i can come back and see this and know that it was real enough then for me to commit to paper. the mind has a way of downplaying the past, and i think writing undermines that.

there are posts like this which are just silly, but then there are posts like this, which give me shivers when i reread them weeks/months/years later. it’s this second kind of post that i sometimes struggle to write. if i were ever to write a chronological time line of my life, major events taper off past childhood, i think. brian says mama and dada. brian walks for the first time. brian learns to shit in a toilet with a clown face for a seat. brian learns to ride a bike. brian goes to high school. things start to get more and more spread out. these posts are mile markers. they’re the blips on the time line that fill in the spaces between graduation and marriage and the birth of children and death of loved ones.

if these things are important enough to write about, then they’re important enough to remember. it’s the moments between the moments that make up the story of my life.

Single, Smart, Attractive, Mentally Stable: Choose Three.

a couple of the highlights from the conversation that woke me up ~3 minutes ago that were just too good to not get published somewhere:

“I swear to drunk I’m not God.”
“i dont think that walrus will fit in your purse”
“i can snorkel”

went with liz to the common grounds fest in lansing last night where we enjoyed free beer (it was skunky) and music from the 80’s (it was the romantics).

two things stand out in my mind:
1) the woman who did the little knee dance. it went right knee, right knee, left knee, left knee, right, left, right, left, hip gyration, hand twirl, repeat.
2) the man who did the one-arm wave over his head.

dear man who did the one-arm wave over his head,

i salute your ingenuity with regards to coming up with an effort free way to dance to the music of your lost teens and still hold onto/drink your beer (that was probably as skunky as mine, but at least i was self respecting enough to switch to wine after the first glass). while i contend that your one-arm-wave-over-head maneuver is probably a move i will repeat in the future mostly with the intent to mock your silliness, that thing you did with your right foot is far, far, to terrible to bare describing at any great length.

your image is forever burned into my mind’s eye,

brian

in other (related?) news, i’m glad to be hanging out with liz again. my grandmother probably would have described us as “two peas in a pod” and she would have been right. it’s nice to have someone around that’s on almost the exact same wavelength.

last night in a dream, i woman asked me if i had any gum. i reached down, checked my pockets and then replied “i have gum in this pocket, and in this pocket… that’s a bit excessive, don’t you think?”.

friday was a lot of fun, but its been downhill since then. i think i’m going to go take a nap at the end of my dock.

there are times that being the one behind the scenes making the plays is more satisfying than being the one executing (and getting credit for) said plans.

this is one of those times.