Earth.. come back down to it!

So, wow it's about 3AM. Reminds me of that stupid OAR song. Moving right along, I had a wonderful night with one of my very best friends tonight. A little chill time, and a sudden burst of second windness to head out for a drink at 1AM> just right amount of time to pour a Blue Moon into my belly. Might be the winner of my per meal caloric intake today. It's been hot, real hot in this city. I arrived back in town yesterday afternoon following a relaxing and must needed vacation. A week off from work and plain ole life could not come soon enough for me; as in I have never ever felt SO in need to get away. Time on the beach to think and listen (ocean waves are music to my ears, peeps) and evaluate my life was oh so important, and I feel much stronger now because of that time. Spending time with THE most important people in my life, my caring and would-do-anything-for-me family, was such a blessing and now another special memory that will not fade, ever.

Back to tonight though, I feel a little strange after leaving the Baj Majal (Baja Bean for you late comers). I am at a point where Richmond, its bars, its people, its 'scene' is feeling a little old to me. Old as in been there, done that; not old as in I feel young, because I don't really, but I need to feel that way because I am. I go out in this city, I meet new people, yet I feel like they are the same people I know already, and honestly, everyone knows everyone, so there is some truth to that statement. Not to say Richmond is so small that you know my business and vice versa, because after traveling to other cities I have noticed some of the same Richmond-esque tendencies. Running into someone you haven't seen in a year or two in a place you would never have gone on a normal night (SanFran); realizing oh, I went to high school with him, and you know him from living out in California? WEIRD. People know people. Lives collide, worlds mesh, and it brings you back down..it forces you to realize that the world is not as big as you think, sitting in an unfamiliar place, or sitting at home, just feeling unfamiliar with life.

I like to think of myself as a kind person. I put myself in people's shoes; I care for others; I am becoming my Mom (which in my opinion, is a wonderful progression that I can only hope to gracefully take on). When I meet people out, it's fine; it's alcohol-blinded, sex-driven, and surface. Can I trust you because you know her, because he knows you? Sometimes it is better to be patient; to wait and know someone when the air is clear of smoke, and your blood is clear of impurities. This is when true colors show--stains of damaged hues, or beautiful, rich, pure greens and blues. I choose the latter.

Remind yourself of the obvious..

Charm lies in the unsaid, the unwritten, and undisplayed. It takes mastery to control silence.
Nice quote from a friend's beau. Think he's trying to impress her? Either way, I like the quote.. it says a lot to me; it reminds me to appreciate the obvious. So.. wow, it's been about a year since I wrote anything. I am a blogging failure. Quite a bit has happened in the past year. Ups and downs of course, but also a lot of :obvious: that went unnoticed. I find myself getting annoyed when people state the obvious; not sure why, but it has always bothered me. I feel that if something is clear as day, what is the point of talking about it? Seems like a waste of breath to me, but I think I am actually wrong about that. I notice more and more that people say obvious things, whether it's an observation, lesson, or just a plain thought that crosses their mind-it's important to say it aloud. I think that this pet peeve of mine might stem from my shyness. Many of my friends would never know it now, but I was terrrribly shy as a child. It doesn't make sense that I was so timid; neither of my parents are, so heredity nor learning from their behaviors can attribute to this attribute. I wonder - is being shy an innate to one's disposition? Eventually I grew out of this apprehension to a degree. Yes, now I will dance on bars (if the music is right) and travel to far off lands without my Mom by my side, but I am also still, deep down, a semi-reserved person, believe it or not.
I think I just care too much about what others think of me, for unknown reasons. Maybe I'm too into myself. Maybe I just need to focus on others and not worry about what others think of me?! Forget fearing the unknown, time to focus on the obvious.