Thus Grew The Tale of Wonderland

Bud Light Lime and late night design.

Friends

I haven’t met anyone new in a really long time that I feel I can be 100% myself with. I want some more forever friends. I want real, true friends in Hamilton. I have a couple but I just feel like I’m missing something. Of course Ryan, whom I consider one of my dearest friends on top of my loving boyfriend, has been a huge gap filler. He brings much happiness to my life and I couldn’t imagine what I’d be doing right now had we not lasted thus far. But I just need some more girls who get me. I suppose you’re never too old to make friends but it just seems so much more difficult now. There are no hotbeds for new friends like sandboxes or playdates or birthday parties where they make you play with all the kids, that way no one feels left out. There’s no more organization by your parents. It’s you and a lot of people who are busy with their already established friends and their ever growing lives and it’s hard to get through all that. Even when you do sometimes you find that the person maybe isn’t someone you want to confide in and laugh with after all. I just feel like I’m missing out on some seriously fun friend time right now.

something short.

I’m starting to see more of the elements that make up my every day sightings. I feel infinitely more aware of shapes and colours, marveling at naturally occurring geographic patterns and smooth colour palettes created by nothing more than the accidental placement of unaware artists.

I miss 2:00am.

I feel like I’m getting old. I go to bed before midnight pretty much every night and that makes me feel lame.

I’m feeling sentimental.

This often happens to me. You know, that kind of mood where you just want to be friends with EVERYONE. Where you think you’re having some life revelation and you make up all these goals and plans in your head that you think are going to enhance your standard of living and propel you to some kind of amazing success and happiness. You start talking to all these people you haven’t talked to in months, maybe years. You relive good memories and feel an overwhelming sense of nostalgia as you see flashes of good times and hear snippets of good songs in your head and it all means something to you. I think this works. Positive thinking and planning works and reaching out to people also works. Embrace your overly sugary “emotion high” and good things will happen, I’m sure of it.

Maybe it’s because today was the first day of school or because I can sense fall approaching or because it’s rainy and I’m in a low-lighted coffee shop feeling successful as I bang out neato ideas for my latest little project. I don’t know, whatever it is, I love it. I want it to continue forever and ever and ever.

Be happy, love life.

Putting your mind at ease is as simple as listening to some Bon Iver.