And Dash Away

Done with Defensive Driving!

 

Getting into graphic novels!

 

Going to Houston for a week to do nothing but see the fam and SWIM!  all RIGHT!

 

 

I’m sitting at Opening Bell and a regular customer guy just sat next to me and asked, “Do you mind if I sit here for awhile?”.  I had to take off my huge headphones to hear what he said after asking him to repeat. 

I was like, “No, I don’t mind”, and I put my headphones back on and went back to this entry.  As soon as my gaze had settled here, he moved away to the couch. 

That’s an instance where I wonder if I should have done something different.  Was I supposed to take off my headphones fer permanent and talk to him?  I didn’t want to.  I was very content in my world of music.  So I guess what I did was fine, if socially unorthodox. 

Middle-aged men talking to me make me really nervous.  I know he’s a regular and he probably has friendly intentions, but I just, I dunno, maybe I shouldn’t sit the way I do with one knee up so I can rest my chin on it. Is that too revealing?  But I don’t like crossing my legs.  And I really don’t feel like I’m twenty, so when adults talk to me I wonder why they’re doing so.

“INFPs can be hard to get to know.”  I don’t try to be that way!  But it’s true.  Well, maybe that means I do try. Not consciously!  Well, why should everyone get to know Angela?  I just have to be cautious.

 

I feel all like Jell-O legged.  WeeEEee eEeE eEEE Ee

Maybe I mean Jell-O headed.  Yeaheh.

 

I’d heard Uncle Paul and Pascale mention a barista who used to work at Opening Bell named Rusty.  Uncle Paul had said of him, “He’s really cool.”  WIth the recent wave of people leaving, Pascale asked him to pick up a few morning shifts, so I met him today after Uncle Paul and I walked the dogs and got breakfast at Oprening Bell.  And he was really cool.  We had an instant rapport, like an immediately flowing conversation.  He reminds me of Kalen in the way he talks and presents ideas, and I get to let the refreshing waters of his intelligence spill over me. 

Remember Kalen?

Guess what?

He LOOKS almost EXACTLY like Kalen. 

My seventeen year old heart glowed in its ribcage somewhere in time. 

A clone!  Only Rusty’s a youth pastor at a Baptist church in Denton, not a pot-smokin’, partyin’, wasted-potential disappointment.  The good parts of Kalen without the bad parts.  That was my assessment in the few hours I spent at Opening Bell intermittently talking to him betwixt sessions of the stupid Defensive Driving course. 

Anyway, I guess the main conclusion I have from that is he was cool.  I really have to pee and I’m trying to think of a way to tie this up.

New person on the friendscape.  There we go.