i am grateful for many things that happen to be a part of my life (hello opportunity, family, food and shelter) but i am especially thankful for the memories crammed and kept in my brain. i think much of these memories owe up to the level of weird i feel comfortable expressing and my tendency to make friends with equally-bizarre people. some of the most hilarious and touching times knock on my skull at the strangest times. example:
i am running around the sub-division close to my apartment building and there are a lot of houses that look like those on brooke street extension back home (i'm not sure why - could be the toys strewn on the lawns) and i am listening to music. a beatles song surprises me and there is something about the sky getting darker and the combination of music, dark and sweat that reminds me of a dance i went to in the tenth grade where an embarrassing remix of various beatles songs spewed through the speakers and a friend and i were equally embarrassing as we finger-snapped and skipped around the dance floor (amidst a pile of bum-grinding air cadets). as i ran, i burst out laughing...i was literally cackling, i couldn't help myself.
once i had calmed myself back down to a giggle-free state, i will admit that i secretly (well, not-so-secretly anymore) hoped someone happened to see me in my moment of nostalgic joy: perspiring, red, frizzy and blurry, laughing my ass off and completely alone. i hope that in that moment of viewing the maybe-witness embraced their inner weirdo and laughed along with me...or at me, whatever.
it's not that i'm a hopeful exhibitionist or am seeking attention during private moments. i'm just thinking wishfully that more people would joyfully surprise themselves with their inner weirdos and find humour in unexpected locations. why not?
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