One Who Wanders (abiona) wrote,
One Who Wanders

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Daylight Savings Time is just not something that computes in my brain. Clocks are incapable of keeping time, so moving the hands back or forward an hour does nothing to save time (it's already moved on) or make the day seem longer (the sun sets as it always has). I had actually completely forgotten about this bizarre ritual, so about half of my assortment of watches/clocks are still where they were before Sunday hit.

I've been doing a lot of walking this week, and handing out resumes/filling in applications at various businesses along the route to the universities. While thus occupied the other day, whim struck me and I decided to go to this local noodle joint and get something to eat. I ordered this "noodle bowl" that had the very thin kind of noodles, bean sprouts, something green, cilantro, and peanut bits in it, and I mightily enjoyed this simple dish. It paled in comparison, however, to the "strawberry milk tea" I also had. I'm not sure if there really was any milk or tea involved in the concoction, but it was still just plain awesome. It was like drinking pure crushed strawberry essence. I had to go back the next day and have it again. It was different; not as clear, not quite as potent, sweeter, and with these weird blue orb thingies in the bottom (which I think you are supposed to just swallow, but I had to experiment and they were weirdly chewy). This time, I could imagine that there might've been milk in it, but the tea still escaped me. Despite these changes, it was still dang tasty.

As I was riding the bus back home that day, I saw a girl who I went to high school with. I had completely forgotten that she went to school here, and I realized that I had also zoned on the logic that since I graduated from college a semester earlier than most folks, it made perfect sense for her to still be in this city. Though I am rather lonely, I am still not entirely sure if I wish to get in contact with her. When I went to college, I tried to get away. I dropped everything of high school that I could. I left photos and old programs behind, I did not take phone numbers with me, I did not write letters or emails back to anyone. I just wanted to escape from it all. For the most part, it seemed like no one cared, and fittingly, they went on with their new lives as though I hadn't been there. It was sad, in a way, but it was what I wanted. I made new friends and pushed high school away. It is almost eerie for me to now see someone I put behind me in this manner.

I have vague memories of her being somewhat annoying, of my former best friend growing increasingly irritable around her. But then, I say to myself, these recollections are colored by a mindset you had when you were less than happy, when you were exhausted and very angry with everyone and everything. You know you have spent three and a half years away from people you once dealt with from six thirty a.m. to ten thirty p.m. You are very conscious about these years, these years changed you and the memories of them are still fresh. Is it not likely that in this time when you forgot about her existence, she forgot about yours and changed as well? You only saw her as the bus went by; eye contact was never made, she is probably unaware that you are now so close in proximity. Has she changed for the better? You cannot say.

My feet are in sorrowful shape. When I get paid for the website I assembled, I think I am going to invest in a pair o' tennis shoes designed for walking, and possibly a pair of nice looking black shoes that do not maim my poor pinky toes. Things are looking very pointy lately, though, so I'm not sure if the last goal will get accomplished any time soon.

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