A Little Lecture I Never Want to Lose

Sometimes, a truly remarkable friend says something you just know you never want to forget. Here's one such gem now:

"Something that I don't think you see is the fact that [insert heartbreaker's name here] doesn't even know who you really are. Yes, I know that sounds weird, but it is true. Because if he had, he would stay. People run because they see something that obscures their perception of who the person is they thought they knew. They don't look for the whole picture any more; they just run. And because of it, they miss the best parts of a person. You don't want someone like that."

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Mood: Warm fuzzies inside

Quote:

Rory: "It wasn't a tackle. It was strictly hands."

Me: "Yes. Your hands on my body."

~~an argument over Rory fouling me during Ultimate Frisbee

Music: "And So It Goes," Billy Joel

For the Longest Time

Working for BYU Grounds crew doesn't present one with as many opportunities to meet new people as one might think. Yes, we're out and about on campus a lot, but we're not really interacting with "the customer" at all. So for the most part, my job allows me to stick to the few friends I've made on my own work crew without branching out too much. Between this and the fact that I'm not attending regular classes, I've met very few people outside my own housing complex in the last year. This isn't a state I lament being in. I'm not exactly a social butterfly, nor do I have the desire to become one.
...This isn't where I planned on going with this topic.
Anyway, today another coworker and I had the opportunity to clean and sharpen the tools we use in the tool room. Not at all a rigorous task, and by no means worth mentioning if not for one of the men I noticed also working in the tool room. So what makes him worth mentioning? The simple fact that I noticed him at all. He was cute. Very cute, I'd say. Tall. Red hair. I confess, I did a little inconspicuous staring.
Will I ever see this cute redhead again? Who knows? If I do, will I ever speak to him? Probably not. So why does it matter? Because it's been more than half a year since I looked at a guy and said to myself, "Hm... I don't know him. But I want to." Simple and insignificant? Perhaps. But I feel good about the notion that I may finally be taking steps forward I didn't even realize I was ready to take.


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Mood: Hopeful
Quote: "That's the whole problem with science. You've got a bunch of empiricists trying to describe things of unimaginable wonder," Calvin and Hobbes
Music: "For the Longest Time," Billy Joel