stories

i've been told that i always have some story to tell. people that i've talked with love the adventures that i share with them, strange incidents that have ocurred in my life. alot of interesting things happen around me all the time. it's like weird things are attracted to me. sometimes people say that what i'm saying can't be true, but they are. i've encountered really awkward things, almost everyday. i find what i tell people kind of boring sometimes, because i'm used to some weird things happening throughout my days. just this morning, on my way to work, i was at a stop light, and this man that was jogging came up next to my car, and looked like he was sitting. he looked at me and waved with a smile, and when the light turned green he jogged on, still crouching like he was sitting. it was kind of silly, but interesting. i laughed to myself.

but no matter what, i love hearing other people's stories. even if they're not extravagant or exciting to anyone else...because i love hearing about other people. i love how excited people seem when they're telling me about their day sometimes, because i love making other people happy. everyone needs someone to listen to them, and i'm that person. i'm always told the strangest things too. for example, someone was telling me about a time they were at the store, shopping and what not. then some strange guy came up and hit him with a cane, out of nowhere. it was random and he had no idea why he was hit by an old man with a cane. it was really funny, and i can picture that happening.

i always go on long drives, to feel better when i'm down, or out of boredom. i always travel all over CT and sometimes find myself lost...when i say sometimes, i mean most times. i love adventure, and exploring new places. the other day i had found myself in Essex, that town is about 50 minutes away from where i live, and it's really beautiful there. i noticed that i was running out of gas, and that the light had been on for quite some time. so i went to a gas station, come to find out, i had left my wallet at home, and was cashless, and i.d.-less...scared and nervous, i didn't know what to do. so i got back into my car and decided in my head that i should try to make it back home (Eventhough there was no chance in hell i'd even make it as far as Middletown). fortunately, a nice couple had saw my frantic face and walked over to talk to me. and i told them what had happened and they gave me some cash for gas and food. i was in shock, because not alot of places have such friendly people. it's amazing how different people are in different places.

strange wednesday

this past wednesday was a reunion of sorts.
i'm up, but still laying down in my bed. i'm too tired to get up so i snooze a bit. in and out i'm snoozing for a while now. my mom comes in and turns out her 3rd husband (my second step-father who had left us a while ago and never contacted us) was coming over at noon. i knew the day would come that i would have to confront him again since my mother had told me about how they've been talking and seeing each other.
their story is that they've known each other since my mom was around 18, and were dating and not dating and then dating again and so on. they got married when my brother and i were young. they got divorced and it hurt alot; my brother and i thought of him as our father, since we had known nothing of the sorts before him. it affected us deeply always ever since. my mom can't talk to me about him because i'll start crying. i don't show her my emotions ever because i feel like it's showing weakness, but i can't help but seem weak when she's talking about him seeing us again.
when he arrived my mother made me play my cello in my room so it wasn't so tense in the house. he hardly looked the same, and i held in my tears for most of the time. after a while of talking and getting cameron up and talking with him too, jeffrey decided to tell us why he never saw us. also that he had been thinking about us all the time since the divorce, and right then the tears began to fall...it started with my mother, then my brother and i started at the same time..quietly, trying to make sure no one saw. eventually my tears became more and more and seemed so for my brother as well. after that we all went to hear cameron play the drums, and jeffrey had even got behind there and played a bit himself..it was so emotional to hear him play again.

after he left, there were problems. and, to not go into the craziness of my family, it ended up that when i was leaving for work/picking up meilin, my moms car was in the middle of the neighbors yard. i would go into it with more detail, but sometimes it's nice to let the imagination run.