I had a moment today. It sort of made me panic, and my heart quit beating for point-eight seconds. I had news. Good news. Fun news. I wanted to squeal and share it and call someone immediately. But I picked up the phone, and... nothing. Who was I going to call? I had the same feeling earlier this week when I got in to the Marine Corps Marathon. I was ecstatic. Excited for the adventure. But who wants to listen to that? Or understands?
Erin, did, of course, and we gave each other e-high fives. So that was good. But, beyond that, who? There was no one to call.
My life is in a bit of limbo right now. Between the job, the living arrangement, the uh, well, other things going on, I sometimes feel like I'm just sort of drifting. What's great news to me, is boring to most. What brings me peace, hurts someone else. When I run a marathon in a few weeks, who'll watch?
No one. And that is OK, it is. But it's kind of peculiar, this going-it-alone concept.
Don't get me wrong, I've got great friends. Amazing friends. Most of whom would be there in 13 seconds, if need be. But many of whom, and I don't blame them, don't want to hear about the most recent episode of LOST that I watched, or that I busted my ass on hill sprints the other night. And now that I think about it, I don't think anyone really wants to hear about these things.
Which is why I have this blog. Hi! You're forced to read about it. And if you don't like it, go away. Thanks.
Point is, life is strange. Do you ever feel like you're merely entertaining yourself? That no one else really has an interest in the ins and outs of your day-to-day? I can't decide if it's depressing or refreshing.
So I'll keep blogging, I think.