Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2006-02-17 17:16:22 (UTC)

Winter Without Snow ...

It's 0217, Friday. 1207pm. Cloudy, with very rare
intermittent spots of sunlight. It's windy, as well. So
windy, in fact, that classes were cancelled today.
Everything on up from 10:45am.

I can't say that I was disappointed.

Despite all the chaos that seems to be ensuing at the
moment, it's so reassuring that I'm able to focus on the
more important things in life. That, I'm able to keep my
priorities in check despite people panicking about the
weather and going into conniptions.

... Like, admiring the cute young freshmen girls wearing
green sweaters. I'm not sure why today's colour had to be
green, but for some reason ... every young woman I see
with tight fitting jeans and a green sweater or coat,
seems to catch my eye.

It probably helps that they're cute blondes too.

I find myself enjoying my talks with Amanda. I mean, not
that I wouldn't, but that I just ... do. It's curious how
fast we connect on so many things. She's like, the midwest
double of me. Only, not as geeky.

It's refreshing.

... Maybe that's what my problem was. Maybe, I had been
dating all the wrong women all this time. Maybe, I really
should have focused on women from the midwest.

... Maybe.

It's nice that things are going quite well, though. I'm
happy, satisfied, and I feel ... clean. If that makes
sense.

Melanie's beginning to share more about her troubles at
work with me. Which, make me feel real good inside. I know
that sounds odd, but the thing is ... when someone trusts
you enough to share their problems with you, then that
means they really do care for you enough to let you into
their little circle of ... problems.

It's easy to talk to someone when you're all happy and
what not. It's easy to have that sort of conversation. I
mean, the relationship ties of that sort of a relationship
aren't difficult to make.

But it's even more difficult ... maybe even ... a bit more
harder to trust someone enough with certain kinds of
thoughts that you have, or issues.

That's why, I value things like that more than just happy
sorts of conversation. Not to say I don't feel good unless
I get unfortunate conversational topics. Not at all. But,
when people share things of an intimate nature ... well,
that's more of value to me than someone just telling you
about their day or about this or that. Things of
inconsequence.

Those are the sorts of people you just eventually put to
the wayside.

... They don't need you, nor do you need them.




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