I miss him, I really do. I saw someone who I thought was him and my heart skipped a beat. I thought he made it back early and came to join us. While it was not him, the idea that I could miss him and hope for him to be there was un-real. How welcome and wonderful, especially after all we have been through. I realize how petty and silly all the other bull shit is, but how I let it become us and define our relationship. I need not do that. I need to remember this feeling.
I woke up this morning feeling the emptyiness. It was quiet, but not welcome or peaceful. I was missing then too.
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What I do not miss are the assholes who take football too seriously. Yes, yes I know it is Florida and for that matter it is truly Florida football. That is capital F as in the University of. I have no aminosity per se. I am minding my own business, so much so that I am standing outside on the phone with my sister who is in Oregon. We are discussing her male drama. While I am wearing a Miami t-shirt, what is important is three fold; (1) Miami lost, really beyond that who cares, (2) Florida had not yet played, who was to say they would win and (3) they were not playing each other, have not played in two years and will not play for several more years unless by the grace of god they meet in the BCS Championship game. So that being said, a 4 foot 11 inch chick walked by me and said, "fuck Miami". What the f? The only reasonable response to that was, "fuck you". And that was how the evening went. When actually in the end, it was really fuck Florida. They fucking won. How about that F for you?
Labels: Everyday Life, Mr. Magoo
