It's kind of funny. The less sleep I get, the more comfortable I feel, the more honest I get. I tell people all kinds of things that I wouldn't normally. But then again, I'm not sure I can say what is normal because I am rarely well rested. I'm not sure where my mind is taking me.
Somewhere, I guess.
I'm just glad everything got worked out. Honestly, I was worried there for a while. Communication problems can really do amazing things. It was like playing a twisted game of telephone. Everybody had a different message to share and everybody thought everybody was somebody else. If that makes sense. Guessing at someone's thoughts is always disastrous. And people are so inconsistent. People surprise you like that. You think you have someone pegged and then all of a sudden you roll over and they are somebody totally different. Opposite. I think we're not so unalike.
"It's not going to magically solve everything, and I think that's exactly what you thought." She told me. I felt my throat tighten up and my mind blanked on responses. "...No..." I said. "I'm not that dumb." Well, you know, maybe a little. But it helped, right? It won't solve everything, I guess, but it'll help. Or... it's nice, at least. Well, I think so. It's fun. I have fun. We both have fun. I think.
But, things worked out. And now, after however long it's been, we're on the same page. And I'm not worried anymore. "Rough spots are good," my friend told me. "They mean it's not superficial." Which is a good thing.
"How are you doing?" They ask. "Peachy." I tell them.
Somewhere, I guess.
I'm just glad everything got worked out. Honestly, I was worried there for a while. Communication problems can really do amazing things. It was like playing a twisted game of telephone. Everybody had a different message to share and everybody thought everybody was somebody else. If that makes sense. Guessing at someone's thoughts is always disastrous. And people are so inconsistent. People surprise you like that. You think you have someone pegged and then all of a sudden you roll over and they are somebody totally different. Opposite. I think we're not so unalike.
"It's not going to magically solve everything, and I think that's exactly what you thought." She told me. I felt my throat tighten up and my mind blanked on responses. "...No..." I said. "I'm not that dumb." Well, you know, maybe a little. But it helped, right? It won't solve everything, I guess, but it'll help. Or... it's nice, at least. Well, I think so. It's fun. I have fun. We both have fun. I think.
But, things worked out. And now, after however long it's been, we're on the same page. And I'm not worried anymore. "Rough spots are good," my friend told me. "They mean it's not superficial." Which is a good thing.
"How are you doing?" They ask. "Peachy." I tell them.
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