Quote Me This August 6

'Tis Midsummer today. August 6. I have so many memories associated with this day. When I go back in my mind and try to arrange when they all took place, I find myself thinking things like, "Was that only six years ago? REALLY?"


Time is so odd. I suppose since it's relative, you really shouldn't give it much thought. It's likely to confuse if thought about too much.

Instead I'm trying to focus on the present and the near future. Abstract ideas like "letting go" and "Moving on" and "centering" are all big focuses. To help me arrange my thoughts, I write letters often. My poor friend will have received no less than sixteen letters from me in a two week period.

I'm totally cool with the fact that people just don't do things like that, too. Someday, letters from me will be worth millions, so I'm really doing her a favor.

Here are some things I have been learning/thinking about this week:

1. I am horribly allergic to nighttime. wtf.

2. I am addicted to coffee. It's starting to affect me negatively. Do I want to stop drinking it?

3. Even though I came to the conclusion that Stephenie Meyer is a whackjob upon completion of the Twilight saga several years ago, I totally stayed up four hours after I went to bed re-reading New Moon. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!?

4. The baby catfish may have gotten eaten by all those guppy things.... This crosses my mind occasionally and makes me feel guilty. But not guilty enough to check.

5. Wine biscuits are still the best cookies ever.

6. I have joined the "quotable club". I am very proud of this. Go ahead, quote me.

7. I'm trying my best to let it be. Let mean people be mean, let stupid people be stupid, like who I am and know that's all I need. They'll figure things out or they won't.

8. I started reading On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau. No opinion just yet.

9. A conversation with me and Z whilst waltzing:

Z: My hair is so sweaty. I could wring it out and it would be like....

Me: Mmm... yess... er....

Z: If I flipped my head over, I could mop the floor.

Me: Yes. Thank you for that.

Z: Not that I would.... 'Cause that's totally disgusting. I'm just saying... I could....

10. Z's hair continues to grow. I'm wondering when he will dread it, since that was the original plan. In the meantime, I enjoy reminding him that he looks more and more like the cover of a romance novel every day.

Some things to chew over....

'Till next time, loves.

The Optimist