The message of the day, courtesy of Arcade Fire and a tap on iTunes’ “shuffle,” is “Wake Up.” Someone told me not to cry. Someone else told me not to toughen my skin. I’m not sure how wise it is to listen to that second voice, no matter how soothing it is or how well it echoes in the chambers of my hidden sides. Amendment: I cannot listen to the second purely because of how it echoes. Never trust the echo. I know a cute blonde who was slapped in the face by one. True story.
But, it's as my mother says: pull
yourself back, launch yourself forward. I spent Saturday with a friend from junior high, both of us crying silently, laughing loudly, at the memories we’ve made since we last saw one another and the things that separated us in the first place. When his two great loves in life both consider me their best friend, it’s a little difficult not to have a lot to discuss. It's a little difficult not to wish things turned out differently.
He asked me about Fate.
I told him it's unavoidable, and I'm not sure he caught the annoyance in my voice. He just shrugged it off, thinking he'd have a choice in the matter of life decisions, large or small.
I just don't know.
While my body's laying here, you can be pretty certain that I'll be floating somewhere else. I usually am.
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