I went out to this little art festival they had on court street downtown today. I guess I got there well in advance of the big show, as there was not much there other than people setting up. As I'm walking back to my car at race and central parkway, I see this guy - about 45, african american, a little scruffy - who looks up at me and says hello. I say hi back and he looks me right in the eye and says - how you doin? you look like you've had a rough day man.
I never imagined that my emotions were so clearly written on my face. I'm not a particularly happy person at the moment. I'm sort of lost, trying to figure out a way in life. I think that's what happens when a relationship ends that you think is going to go on forever. It makes you wonder if you're the person you thought you were.
Maybe I'm reading too much into this - I should just work on meeting some more people and see where things go. I can't help but wonder if I'll ever have one of those happy electric moments of connection again. I find myself tied down by the imaginary weight of missed opportunity. Aw fuck it, maybe I should just by a new car - everybody knows buying fancy things makes you happy!
I never imagined that my emotions were so clearly written on my face. I'm not a particularly happy person at the moment. I'm sort of lost, trying to figure out a way in life. I think that's what happens when a relationship ends that you think is going to go on forever. It makes you wonder if you're the person you thought you were.
Maybe I'm reading too much into this - I should just work on meeting some more people and see where things go. I can't help but wonder if I'll ever have one of those happy electric moments of connection again. I find myself tied down by the imaginary weight of missed opportunity. Aw fuck it, maybe I should just by a new car - everybody knows buying fancy things makes you happy!