What a beautiful day for change. I woke up several hours early this morning and just lied in bed thinking. Today is going to be so much better than yesterday. I mean, it’s like, “No contest.” Yesterday I felt like my mind was rejecting my physical being but today things are going to be good.
It was lightly raining when I left my apartment, but as I moved on campus it began to pick up a bit. By the time I reached the library I was quite soaked and loving it. Sometimes, when it rains, I try and breathe it in. Sometimes it makes me feel alive… sometimes I have to cough up droplets of water. Today was a “feel alive” day.
I sat down at a computer and realized that water was running down my face. I violently shook my head which sent this nice spray of liquid over my keyboard and monitor. A quick glance backwards… and I don’t think anyone noticed… I guess I’ll just let it drip.
Hmmmm, hmm hm hmmmmmm… Well, in exactly one hour’s time I will be on my way to an event which will ultimately lead to greater happiness. I’m convinced of this now. I will cry as I recount the negative one last time. When I reach the end, the tears will ebb and a smile will develop. Never again will I look back on this with regret.
“But where are you going? What exactly are you doing?” you may ask.
I’ll reply, “Oh, no where of any importance. And just who do you suppose yourself to be that I must share with you all my secrets.”
I’ll pretend like it’s all quite personal and have no desire to share with others… but really, thanks for asking, it makes me happy to think that someone might be interested. Like smiley happy…
Anyway, if you really want to know, ask a second time. I’ll start to give in a little and give an uncertain sigh, like… “Oh, I so badly want to tell them… but I have this deep inner conflict that prevents me from being honest with those that mean something to me.”
It won’t take more than three sincere, yet adequately pressured, attempts before I spill everything.
Oooh another blog post… and I am intrigued.
I’m not gonna ask once or twice…JULES FERREIRA, tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me…
okay.
Wait, I’m just supposed to tell you? What did you say your name was again?
ha, you can’t escape us, you’ll just have to start speaking!
Hmmm.. I must admit I’m very curious myself.