About seven years ago I moved in with two of my best guy friends for a brief period. They were going to college (UofI) and lived in an apartment just off campus. I have many funny (and not so funny) memories from that three months, here's one I was thinking about earlier today.
One of the guys, Barry, had a pet hedgehog named Phoebe (yes, a hedgehog) that he usually kept in a cage in his room. So, I'm asleep in my little corner of the living room (just like I'm living right now), it's maybe four in the morning, and out walks Barry. He's tired, rubbing his eyes and shit, and he walks over to me. I'm still half asleep, but am aware he's standing over me. And he says in a whisper, "Can you help me find my hedgehog?". I sit up, "What?". He seems unsure, "Do I have a hedgehog?". I'm a little more awake now, "Uh, yeah...yeah, you have a hedgehog.". He says, "Well than I lost it, can you help me look?".
We spend the next half an hour looking for Phoebe, finally finding her behind a couch under some blankets. The next day Barry said he was in his room for about twenty minutes before coming to me, trying to figure out if he even had a hedgehog or if he was having an acid flashback. It makes me laugh remembering how unsure of himself he was when he asked me to look for his hedgehog, like he thought I'd confirm that he was going nuts. That in that half asleep mode, he thought it was just as likely he was crazy as it was that he had a pet hedgehog, is funny as hell to me. Phoebe was really cute.
I've had a rough few days, thinking a lot about what I expected I might feel leaving M_A_Y and her son versus how I actually feel. Needless to say, I'm taking it a lot harder than I expected. I used to be sort of an emotional robot. Them days seem to be over. Unfortunately for both of us, I'm realizing this while I'm here. So now I have to decide if I can function knowing that the girl is 2000 miles away. There's a really good chance I'll be heading back to Chicago, tail placed firmly between the legs, in the near future. Right now I'm thinking of this time as fat camp, undo all the damage I've done to my body over the last two years. I haven't fucked up once since getting here. I miss my family.
One of the guys, Barry, had a pet hedgehog named Phoebe (yes, a hedgehog) that he usually kept in a cage in his room. So, I'm asleep in my little corner of the living room (just like I'm living right now), it's maybe four in the morning, and out walks Barry. He's tired, rubbing his eyes and shit, and he walks over to me. I'm still half asleep, but am aware he's standing over me. And he says in a whisper, "Can you help me find my hedgehog?". I sit up, "What?". He seems unsure, "Do I have a hedgehog?". I'm a little more awake now, "Uh, yeah...yeah, you have a hedgehog.". He says, "Well than I lost it, can you help me look?".
We spend the next half an hour looking for Phoebe, finally finding her behind a couch under some blankets. The next day Barry said he was in his room for about twenty minutes before coming to me, trying to figure out if he even had a hedgehog or if he was having an acid flashback. It makes me laugh remembering how unsure of himself he was when he asked me to look for his hedgehog, like he thought I'd confirm that he was going nuts. That in that half asleep mode, he thought it was just as likely he was crazy as it was that he had a pet hedgehog, is funny as hell to me. Phoebe was really cute.
I've had a rough few days, thinking a lot about what I expected I might feel leaving M_A_Y and her son versus how I actually feel. Needless to say, I'm taking it a lot harder than I expected. I used to be sort of an emotional robot. Them days seem to be over. Unfortunately for both of us, I'm realizing this while I'm here. So now I have to decide if I can function knowing that the girl is 2000 miles away. There's a really good chance I'll be heading back to Chicago, tail placed firmly between the legs, in the near future. Right now I'm thinking of this time as fat camp, undo all the damage I've done to my body over the last two years. I haven't fucked up once since getting here. I miss my family.
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Sin xxx
Hope you're feeling better, read my happy thoughts journal i posted again today, it's going to become a habit of mine, maybe it will help.