I’m still talking to my difficult friend. And I still get tired out. She talks about how one mistake can mess up one’s life and how it’s the end of the world and I will tell her that it’s not the end of the world. And she will talk about her mistakes again.
And I want to take a swim.
It’s quieter there and even if I cry it won’t be so noticeable. Underwater, things are quiet and when I need to catch my breath, I can float up to rest and surrender to the mass below me.
I probably sound like a desperate escapist, but if you knew me, you’d (probably) drive me to the nearest lake/river/beach/swimming pool pronto. I will show you how I do a somersault underwater and maybe we’d try to sing too. Or skip that and pass me the Wii.
I was talking to one of my closest friends’ dad the other night. He speaks rather slowly and when he cracks a joke, he will tell it with a straight face, you’d wonder if he was joking at all. And then he will pause and smile. He gave me his two cents (and more) about handsome men. He said that there are two kinds of guys: 1.) those who are physically handsome and 2.) those who are handsome because of who they are and what they do/don’t do. He said I should stick with the latter. He’s wise and I couldn’t agree more.
He then went on to dispense advice on marriage and love like I was going to elope the next morning. (Eloping would have been fun, but it didn’t happen the next morning.)
So it’s true. I’m finally going to India in a month’s time. Thinking about it puts a smile on my face. Indian food. Curries. Bread (mmmm…). Dirt. Mud. Red earth. Cows. Banana leaves. Monkeys (I don’t like them). Bicycles. New faces. Unheard-of traffic rules. One week is too short.
And… here’s my Please Let It Not Be Too Cold In America tour in November (one month of unpaid leave. Yay.). I haven’t bought my plane ticket to the States yet but this morning I bought a ticket to the gods aren’t angry tour (L.A., November 13). I don’t know when I will reach or if there will be plane tickets on the dates I want. I hate planning ahead of time so I’m just going stick to what works: pray and trust.
This weekend: football match at the stadium with the kids. I couldn’t be in a better place than here right now.