Travelling Without Moving

Saw lots of friends and acquaintances this weekend and one thing I didn’t realize is how many people read this blog. I really appreciate every one of you who reads and the commenters, especially. Now I’m afraid that I will start becoming bashful in my writing (as if I were honestly telling my life story before), but I will do my best to be entertaining and interesting.

So, what a weekend. Before the weekend even began I was in full devious mode, trying to figure out a way to see everyone and do everything and even how to sew some brand-new people into my, uh…life fabric…all while maintaining a major lie that precluded me from going home or using my car for a couple of days. I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone by constantly asking for rides or places to stay during the daytime, so I pretended I was 19 and without and car (or 24 and in Seattle) and walked…and walked and walked. I have blisters but I decided to spare you from the photographs. This weekend was a situation where having those stylish, yet tight-fitting Pumas was actually a negative.

For me, it was an adventure. I hate doing the same thing week after week, but somehow I find that happening. And my own mother had criticized me for tying my fortunes to others; i.e., I’ve been relying on people such that if so-and-so can’t or won’t do something I’m left in the lurch. Initially, I wanted to go to Las Vegas for the All-Star Game this weekend but I couldn’t get anyone else involved. I ended up watching it by myself at the 750 Pub on Stanford’s campus. It was a far cry from the original plan but it was perfectly fine for me. How poorly does it reflect on me that I also found delight in shopping at the tiny little Chinatown electronics store that is half the size of my classroom? Or that I hopped from Hayward to Berkeley to S.F. to Palo Alto to San Jose to Sunnyvale with minimal assistance, just to see people? I don’t think any of my friends would have done that. That’s not meant to prop me up or to put them down at all; I should say that they’re all probably smart enough not to waste their time in such a inefficient manner. Maybe I was willing to do it because I missed everyone. From Captain E to MK3, Evan and the Teaching Twosome and the fucking Nexus crew?! Come on, now! It was worth every minute and every step.

I’m just thinking out loud here…do I suffer from loneliness?? So sad! But possibly true. I mean, I just feel so isolated where I am. And no one really outside of Brian who is nearby and frequently available to chill with. Maybe I need to audition some new local friends (incidentally, that movie Audition was pretty entertaining) or reevaluate the ones I have.

Whatever, I’ll just put up the photo. Lovely, eh??