Campfyre Stories

Last week was a very interesting week, all told.  In addition to the "Dayum, you’re beautiful" comment that I got on Tuesday morning, I had a bus ride with a man who was making balloon animals (weird) and wound up having a random encounter with one of my dad’s oldest friends, and someone I hadn’t seen in many, MANY years.  It was quite fascinating.

The problem was that my head is all spinning and my thoughts were askew.  I’m all wrapped up in negatives and spent a tense couple of days in abject fear of having the wrong person push the wrong buttons that would lead me to flip the fuck out and say things that would probably be taken the wrong way and cause irreparable rifts.  It has all altered my mood for the worse and made me glad to be running away from home.

I’m not entirely sure if that would be a wrong move to make, but all of it required more thought and not an impulsive explosion on my part.

I played the open mic on Wednesday and found, to my pleasant surprise, that it is working and I’m starting, not only to develop a network, but to create new bonds.  Sitting at a large center table, all kinds of people were coming over to sit with me.  That’s always a nice thing.

Thursday also had some interesting moments, unfortunately, none of them are appropriate to blog about, and most of them make me look bad, even though my part in the whole thing was extremely minor.  Depending on what comes of it, I may write about it at some time in the future.

But the accumulation of all of it drove me out of town, which is certainly preferable to out of my head, and, while sorting through the random BS, I was also able to escape it and enjoy the company of good friends I haven’t seen in far too long (in large part, my own doing).

But that’s a follow-up for another time…