Remembering the time in the dorm, late spring 95, on a 3-way call with Pam and Karen having a really good chat and smiling, when I loaded my CD player, put earbud to phone, and played part of Enigma’s “The Dream of the Dolphin”, and they loved it. That was a special moment in time. …
Tag Archives: friends
Unbother
No real thoughts tonight, and that’s the point. Spent time at the cafe tonight, and even though I sat with people I knew, I didn’t talk. Said few words. Earbuds and a book. Left early. Sometimes, I just want to exist in the presence of people, and not be expected to stroke their egos. Just once. …
Wrap
The last person I hugged before the pandemic lockdown was my mother. The first person I hugged after my vaccination was…my mother. It’s pretty obvious. I am shit at this whole “building a society of friends around myself” thing. Absolute failure. Nobody else? Nobody? Nobody.
Dream Down
Dreams are bullshit and mean nothing, generally. But sometimes they can be used to reveal where your head’s at. Here’s where my head’s at: I’m hanging out with a lot of people, out in the world. Finally, there’s society. We’re talking, having fun. Sun’s out and everything’s green and warm. Blue sky day. This girl …
Pandemic, People, Purity, Paranoia
I think what twists us up the most about COVID-19 is that we have to assume everybody else has COVID-19 until they prove that they have COVID-19. That’s a hyper-paranoid way to walk through life. It really is. It’s like saying, “you have to assume everybody else is the secret police until they prove that …