people and things.

Who has ever shown up on someone’s door step unexpectedly and had it end with a good result? Anyone? I think I showed up Saturday expecting something else (actually…I know I expected something else), but for once in my life I was not afraid of the unknown. I’m usually the type of person who is reluctant to act out of fear. What if someone gets upset with me? What if the situation worsens? What if…?! I think as we age, we grow, and overcome, and sort of reach this personal impass that means either you move on, or you don’t. It’s very black and white. 

I met this individual through my sister, and we became instant friends. I’m not sure why this happened, because one of the first nights we hung out, he slept outside on a skateboard (which alarmed me but also made me laugh). He and I became inseparable, not only at work functions, but school and social events. I joked with friends over the weekend about how he was always the the driver. He was one of, if not my best friend for a number of years…and then it all seemed to crumble. 

The stories he told became more outlandish, the times together seemed more strange, and I was always the “vanilla” friend who’d never experimented with any sort of drug, thus never actually picked up on anything. As time progressed and we completed college, and relationships on my end grew; we grew apart. 

As I fast forward to this past weekend I’m overcome with guilt. Why couldn’t he tell me? Why did I assume the worst? Was he upset that I simply showed up? I think my overall message is that if someone is on your heart/mind, you shouldn’t give up. I wasn’t the only one who was constantly wondering about him. We just didn’t (even in this day and age) know how to get ahold of him without Facebook or text messages (yes, I’m a recruiter, and yes, it’s my job to reach people). 

I spent the better part of 4 years wondering about a dear friend, and now I have answers. If someone is on your heart, I would encourage you to not give up on them. You never know how badly they need you. 

It’s back, people. The one…ok one OF, but definitely an essential thing in my life that my soul craves…baseball. I play this funny little game with myself every season after the Red Sox either win it all, or choke in the playoffs where I delete my MLB At Bat app. It’s my own version of throwing my phone while still holding on to it because I don’t want to give Apple any more of my hard earned money (even though I guess with the 7 it’s only $25). There is just something so satisfying about that shaking box as you’re holding the X that makes you feel better after your team has just choked. I would say that I’d delete it after the Padres no longer had a shot but I’d be sitting there mid-May twiddling my thumbs for another year. 

Crickets?

I suppose the only problem is that I actually have no time to think, which is slightly problematic just in regards to being an adult human. Thus, no time to write for all 2 of you followers, my dog is getting ignored (she really isn’t, she still runs shit around here), and I may not have time to get to a lot of games this season /pay for Petco admission, stay for a few innings, and go somewhere more interesting. 

So, what is it about the slowness of waiting for a guy to take 12+ pitches in order to walk on base that thrills me? No idea. I am probably one of the only people I know who can sit through an entire major league game (with a good team) and actually care about the outcome. Anyway, we are less than a week away from root, root, rooting for the home team (sadly) and if they don’t win it’s a shame (or expected). Go Padres!