In general, when we don’t hear from someone, we may be tempted to think nothing is going on. No news is good news. The blog world teaches us differently, however. When someone is not offering up new posts, new bits and pieces of their life’s musings, the opposite is often true. It’s not that so little is going on (though this can certainly be the case) that there is a loss for interesting subject matter but more likely that there’s so very much filling every day and every moment that it’s nearly too much altogether.
Many of you are moving house, changing jobs, raising children, working, taking care of life, building things, going on new adventures and more, so I know you can identify. A couple days ago, for instance, I made a list of everything I need to do before October and not only was the list fifty-eight items long, I realized October? Well, that’s next week. You understand, I know you do. And it would be one thing if everything on that list were as simple as comb hair but we know that just isn’t so. There are much more demanding things to be done, like paint bathroom and talk to advisor at school . It’s not often we have nothing to share, oh no; it’s just finding a place to begin to share it is a task in itself.
Some things, though, just stand out. Some things happen and you just cannot help but share. I was running yesterday, about two miles from my house, and got my first “holla” of the year. “Holla,” you ask? Well, yes. A “holla” is a name my running friends and I came up with years ago for when you’re running down the street and someone, usually a man, yells something at you as he (or he and several others) drives by. It didn’t have nearly the connotations then as it does now, but still it’s an interesting phenomena, right? It’s sort of strange that this is the first time it’s happened this year but most of my running has been on trails, so I guess it’s the law of averages.
And no, it’s not one of those I Still Got It moments because, let me tell you, the holla is, by nature, not that attractive. I mean sure, when you’re thirteen and you and your friends are walking down one side of the road and the group of boys/girls on the other side of the road start yelling something incoherent but clearly hilarious across that road, you are amused. This is surely some thirteen-year-old form of flirting and flattery. It may even be true as we get older, sixteen maybe? You’re all driving for the first time, in your first car, and you want to get the attention of someone. You may yell out the window, I can understand this. I did this. But not any more.
Yesterday was a special one. I was running, from my house to meet my sister for a few miles and heard some loud music. Never a complaint from me, about that, of course. Well, apparently me looking toward said loud music was advance-like. Apparently, when you look toward a car with loud music, it means objectify me now because when this car turned the corner and drove by me, and it’s passenger yelled “hey, baby” boy, did I feel hawt! I mean, that’s awesome, right? A guy in his mid-forties, in the passenger side of an ‘89 minivan that, instead of rolling down the window, one must OPEN THE DOOR to yell something out to me as they drive by is down right sexy.
I’m glad it happened, though. What with the pace of life right now, what else would I have to talk about?
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