life
is awkward. you know, uncomfortable. like a fish out of water.
I used to have the annoying habit of pointing out those awkward situations. if i felt like there was even a remote bit of awkwardness, i would immediately point it out. out of consideration of everyone’s feelings, i probably shouldn’t have done this, and have since stopped. but it wasn’t meant to make things worse (as it invariably did) it was meant to state the obvious. what i was trying to say, really, was that something was happening, something un-boring was happening. it was just something new, uncovered ground, something that no one had even expected to happen was occurring.
What I was getting at then, and I hope that I’m still getting at (though without the obnoxious shouting) is that we need that flex and bend and readjustment and uncomfortableness to keep moving along. we need to realign. and i’ll admit it, i’m addicted, too much of the same and i feel claustrophobic. which maybe is why i often make things harder for myself than they need to be, but at least sometimes it keeps things interesting.
i’ve been able to travel a bit in the past years, and hope to move around a bit more. we’ll see where i can wriggle to next.
