Stalking
I slept quite late today, as I'd been up rather late last night. By 1 p.m. I decided to do something that was at once both very good for me and very, very foolish. I decided I needed to tear myself away from the television and internet (very good) and go for a walk (also very good). After I'd gotten myself ready, face washed, teeth brushed, contacts put in, I decided I'd walk to the library to return a book. Undoubtedly foolish. It was all very nice at first. I was out of my chilly apartment and in the fresh air and sun. But I was half way there when I remembered that the library is two miles north of my apartment and that I'd have to walk that distance back. I was too far to turn around, of course, so I sallied forth. I hadn't remembered the distance so I hadn't brought any water. Fortunately, what I had brought with was an ear band thing, something to keep my ears warm. The weather was lovely but couldn't make up its mind. At times I regretted the long sleeves because I was hot. At others, my ears hurt from the chill. I was constantly trying to sort myself out to be comfortable but it never really worked. Instead, I simply found myself covered in a chilly layer of sweat. Very nice.
The best part of the trip came when I was two thirds of the way home. A blond girl ran past me and suddenly stopped and started walking. At first I thought it was a momentary change because she was doing things I've done myself on the treadmill. She was craning her neck to look at her iPod, which was strapped to her upper arm. Then she took it off and looked at it. But then she wrapped the earphones around it and just kept walking. I spent about ten minutes two or three yards behind her, just walking. It was awkward because I was close enough to feel like I was following her. It got to the point that I decided I would break into a run myself just to get past her. Let this stranger feel weird following me.
Still, I'll probably email him when I know what is up.
I slept quite late today, as I'd been up rather late last night. By 1 p.m. I decided to do something that was at once both very good for me and very, very foolish. I decided I needed to tear myself away from the television and internet (very good) and go for a walk (also very good). After I'd gotten myself ready, face washed, teeth brushed, contacts put in, I decided I'd walk to the library to return a book. Undoubtedly foolish. It was all very nice at first. I was out of my chilly apartment and in the fresh air and sun. But I was half way there when I remembered that the library is two miles north of my apartment and that I'd have to walk that distance back. I was too far to turn around, of course, so I sallied forth. I hadn't remembered the distance so I hadn't brought any water. Fortunately, what I had brought with was an ear band thing, something to keep my ears warm. The weather was lovely but couldn't make up its mind. At times I regretted the long sleeves because I was hot. At others, my ears hurt from the chill. I was constantly trying to sort myself out to be comfortable but it never really worked. Instead, I simply found myself covered in a chilly layer of sweat. Very nice.
The best part of the trip came when I was two thirds of the way home. A blond girl ran past me and suddenly stopped and started walking. At first I thought it was a momentary change because she was doing things I've done myself on the treadmill. She was craning her neck to look at her iPod, which was strapped to her upper arm. Then she took it off and looked at it. But then she wrapped the earphones around it and just kept walking. I spent about ten minutes two or three yards behind her, just walking. It was awkward because I was close enough to feel like I was following her. It got to the point that I decided I would break into a run myself just to get past her. Let this stranger feel weird following me.
Awkward
I called J last night. I was still very upset about the RBC fear, thinking "I thought the other problem was nothing and it turned out to be MS. I can't think this is nothing any more." So I called him just to let him know what was going on. It was beyond awkward. He sounded out of breath, as though I'd caught him in the middle of something but he spoke to me anyway, even making me laugh. There was a strange pause and so I said "I thought you'd want to know because you are still my beneficiary and so might want to pick out things in case I should die". He joked that he could put the pig on ebay, making me laugh and say "absolutely not, that is something I'm putting in my will, that he is to be taken care of." It wasn't good or bad that we spoke since we said so little. I felt guilty the minute I hung up. Actually, I felt guilty the minute he answered, wished I hadn't called him. But I knew he'd want to know.Still, I'll probably email him when I know what is up.
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