It's weird to post when you expect no one to read it. And weirder still when someone does. It's sweet, in a way, because the universe was listening. Because of that, the acquaintance became a good friend. Can't be mad about that.
It's also weird to freak out about my own posts to the point of deleting them. I've never had that before.
So here is a post, a regular post, now that I'm not so... Emotional.
Tonight I had dinner with the family. Afterwards, I followed my dad, Trish, my sister Tiff, and John out to a bar. I was a tad behind them, wanting to chill with my brothers and Katie. When I arrived, I was met with a beer and a Jager bomb. So I did the Jager bomb and sipped the beer. I didn't need anything else. So I talked when the room was quiet enough and otherwise listened to the country music and watched the people move on the dance floor.
I get great enjoyment watching people dance. The crowd slowly spinning itself in a circle like a whirlpool; couples dancing, spinning independently within the whirlpool itself, laughing and loving each other and the music.
Mostly I love seeing the mistakes. Not for any rude reason, but the mistakes make the couple laugh, one seems embarrassed and the other is trying to comfort, all while sticking to the tempo and keeping their place in the whirlpool. It makes the whole metaphor of the beautiful whrilpool and perfect spinning fall apart, really. Cause at that moment they are people, they are flawed, but that doesn't mean they aren't having a grand ol time.
I dunno, it makes dancing less scary. That mistakes can happen and still be enjoyed. That learning is easy, cause secretly everyone in the bar is probably learning. It just reminds me that perception is still mostly in your head. Getting passed embarrassed is really getting passed yourself.
And that I can handle.
Also, I ran my best mile today than I have in three years. I'm feeling pumped.
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