The weekend is over, and I'm totally trashed.
No, you foolish people. Not like that. More like...I can't move. Literally. I hurt in every single way I can imagine. Except, of course, for emotionally. And spiritually. Or metaphysically. Or rhetorically Or, actually, in any other way besides physically. But I feel like red and silver and opal hell.
Of course, Saturday was glorious, no matter what the consequences may be on Sunday. We climbed for hours and hours and hours all day, down at Foster...lovely. Simply astounding. Outstanding. I love love love going up against a stretch of bare rock and winning.
What I did not love was reaching up for a tiny crimper (I think...my rock vernacular is lacking) and finding a lizard occupying it first. I screamed, the lizard screamed, it was a mess there for a minute. But I didn't fall. Neither did the lizard. I can't think it's a very luck lizard--part of its tail was already missing.
I also did not love discovering a baby copperhead a few feet away from my friend's feet while she's roped in, belaying. I should have killed it. Everyone else was against it, though, and I've got this thing about dealing death when the recipient is not actually trying to deal it first...so we stuffed it back in a crack and jammed a bunch of rocks in there so it wouldn't come out for a long, long time. In retrospect, I should've just smashed it. I have to admit, though, the thing was beautiful in a deadly, I'm-inherently-evil sort of way.
Saturday night we spent at Anisha's place (I'm most likely slaughtering her name), hanging around a campfire and swing dancing under ropes of white lights. It was so much fun! Even if I was so tired that I was tripping over my own feet by midnight.
What a great way to end a wicked awesome day...even if I did experience every possible presentation of the absolute futility of being attracted to someone when a) I'm leaving, b) they don't reciprocate, c) they are interested in someone else, and d) life just sucks that way because who woulda thunk I'd actually meet up with someone I even eyed with interest? Since that hasn't happened in, oh, what, a few years now? (Almost two--that counts as years. Gosh, I sound so bloody old. And repressed).
Oh. And we were supposed to head to this guys house for a very late meal...and a few people decided they were too tired, and the rest of us don't know him very well...so we showed up on his doorstep, but I called him because something didn't feel right--and we were actually on his parent's doorstep. So we ran away very fast and very quietly, and that was the end of that adventure. In my defense, we'd danced there before, and nobody ever told me it wasn't his house. Crap. So I ended the evening feeling like a fool.
*Hahaha* oh well, that happens.
6 comments:
I liked this: "But I feel like red and silver and opal hell."
For what it's worth, I'm glad both the lizard and the snake survived.
Also, I'm sorry about the attraction thing. I totally understand the sort of thing you're going through because I've been there twice now. I mean, it's different for everyone, but it's also somewhat the same, isn't it?
Overall, I guess you had fun, and I am glad for that? :-)
WELL
Do you think your mind is trying to sabotage itself?
Sometimes, I get that feeling. It's like I cannot bring myself to actually like a girl until there's a month left of school, and fail. TA DA isn't my life grand?
"It's like I cannot bring myself to actually like a girl until there's a month left of school, and fail."
"I cannot bring myself to actually like a girl"
"I cannot bring myself"
Such a romantic! Such a grand life! I don't know; do you think maybe your life would go better if you didn't see liking a girl as a chore you had to do? If you like a girl, then like her. If you don't, realize that that's not where God wants you to be right now and relax.
I like your blog!...Daniel
Oh, Robby. You're so angsty. No, I do not feel like my mind is trying to sabotage itself. I simply did not meet this particular individual before now.
On an afterthought, moving is even more painful today than it was yesterday. And there are tornados in the offing.
@Janelle: I am amazed and shocked that you can see my attitude as Romantic. I would have thought it was solidly Victorian. I suppose you're open to your interpretation of MY LIFE UGH ENGLISH MAJOR MUMBO JUMBO
@Alyssa: My advice, culled from a lifetime of regret, is to tell the individual how you're feeling and then leave it to God/him/the hormones to work out.
There have been too many times when I passed on something because I was afraid that there was too little time/not enough chance. Who knows? Maybe this guy is moving to Caphiliornia. Life is weird.
I'm stepping off my 2 inch soapbox now.
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