“People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you’re successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind. Think big anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People really need help but may attack if you help them. Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have and you might get hurt. Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.”—
This morning I decided to take the bus in to work. Because I had to post a letter, I had to back track down the street and around the corner to use the letterbox then come back to the bus stop. It’s a fair trek. On my way back, the bus passed me and I made a run for it. Then out of nowhere a man darts past me, running for the same bus….then he stops and turns around. He waves me toward him and when I reach him he grabs my hand for the rest of the sprint to the bus, which is waiting at the stop. We both get on and make our way to the back of the bus and I just, without a thought or word or embarrasment, I leaned over and kissed him. As if there was nothing more important that needed to be done at that moment. I felt myself completely drain then suddenly well up with enormous joy. It just felt so much more than gratitude or chemistry or my flight response. It was like I could feel the energy of not only every person on that bus, but even all those people in my imagination walking apart from my own little world.
We talked for almost half an hour until I had to say goodbye and step off the bus. I don’t remember a thing we said or what he looked like. And although that itself frightens me, I choose not to question it. wow.
HAHA-you tumblrs made it into my dreams last night!
The more I think about it, the less I remember, but:
in Richmond IN there is a park-Glenn Miller Park- Next to the lake there used to be this crazy storybook cottage that one could rent for birthday parties, etc. It was a teeny a-frame with cartoon characters painted on the exterior.
I only ever saw it locked up.
I dreamed that I planned my dad’s 86th b-day party to happen there next month, and I guess you were all invited!
The funniest things I remember are WOTW wearing a sign that advertised sandwiches, beautifulmess running around handing out bubbles for all(and blowing them maniacally), Ryan A was arguing with my dad(goodnatured debate) about airplanes and WWII (dad said-“stop waving your damn hands in my face son, you’re making me nervous”), and my mom was singing Frank Sinatra karaoke and coughing to death because she smokes like a freight train.
I was, of course, running around trying to make sure EVERYONE was cared for, and happy.
thank you for all the kindness regarding the last song, you have no idea how much it meant to me. i’ve been meaning to record another song and post it here all week, but didn’t get any downtime until this afternoon and tonight with all the holiday craziness.
so here is the first draft demo of a song i started to write last night and finished today called ‘my god my love.’ i think i like it. we’ll see if that’s the case tomorrow when i wake up.
i hope it does something for you, except for maybe make you laugh.