Greetings, dear People, I have at last returned to this pleasant planet Earth. Been a while, hasn’t it? I dare say, it’s been almost two months; now that’s far too long to be away.
Just so’s you know, I’ve been busy. Not like I went off the radar and ate raw fish in the woods–trust me, the raw chicken’s way better. No, no, I have had college and two novels and work and life and a bunch of stupid excuses no one wants to hear.
Either way, here I am. If you could see me, I’m smiling. Or am I? Wait, am I?
Now I am.
What have I done? Well, lots. I got money, assignments, grades; somewhere along the line, I think I picked up a bit of self-esteem? I dunno. Things happen so much around here, it’s hard to keep up with the tiny details.
I went bowling…if anyone cares…
It was in this real seedy joint, Summit Entertainment–well, okay, not seedy in the day, but at nighttime–
Went with a few coworkers, chatted, encountered a guy who hung out in the girls’ bathroom to give out his number. Typical bowling cliches; I’m serious, nothing special.
I got third place, yes, me, Mr. I-Can’t-Catch-A-Damn-Football-To-Save-My…Or-Someone–Else’s-Life. No trophy, no kiss, nothing–and, y’know, I was looking forward to getting a plushie. Nope. Just me and a few sympathetic claps. Oh, there was one “You go, man,” but that might’ve been the weird deejay.
Wait, he left before then, didn’t he? Went to the bathroom, I think.
Now, Laser Tag was a different story. I didn’t get third place. I got eighth. Also, I almost ended up in a fight with these two linebacker-sized dudes ’cause one of my coworkers decided to flip them off.
To be honest, though, I’d have mopped the floor with them. Of course, we’d have to pass the mop off to one another; you can’t expect to mop an entire building without some teamwork.
I suck at Laser Tag, anyway. Always trying to act like I’m in an action movie, then some forty year old guy gets my chest, and–yeah, no, that’s depressing enough.
Making myself cry here. Didn’t know this was going to be such an emotional experience. Let’s bring it in, guys. C’mon, team hug, okay, not too close, no–ouch, you’re stepping on my foot!
Can cross Bad Idea #10 off the list now.
Ah, who am I kidding? All my ideas are bad! Everyone gather around the bonfire! Gonna burn this mother down!
No, we’re not. You can take off your Angry Mob costumes.
What we are doing is reconnecting, right? Heh…get it, ’cause connections and Angry Mobs, eh?
I have no idea what I’m saying.
P.S: Feels nice to write that again.
Image Credit: Golda