Happy moments

It’s that happy moment of eating something delicious in a sunny atmosphere while listening to your favorite music when you can reflect on the thing you wish you had, but instead of feeling blue, as you once felt, you feel content and accepting of its current absence from your life. And though you may still experience some slight melancholy, you’re looking forward to the things ahead.

Mystery solved!

k: I see you’re listening to Iron & Wine…bought any Iron & Wine records lately?

So, o (who was one of my suspects, though the least likely one, I thought), who I recently went on three dates with purchased that record for me. He had purchased it online just hours before I had told him things weren’t going to work out. It arrived and he decided to give it to me anyway, wrapped in a bow. Dude, my timing = awesome! When I asked him, “Why Iron & Wine?” he said it was because I had told him that I had purchased his record online only to receive the cover, so he wanted to do something nice for me.

He actually got the story wrong, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him so, since he did, after all, do a very nice thing. Of course, I had no way of knowing, but I still feel bad. I knew he was a genuinely nice guy, but we just didn’t click. Tant pis.

Just friends

I have this friend that I feel I will perpetually be fond of and not pursue because I’m pretty certain I’m not his type and that he does not reciprocate. I hold him in such high regard that I always feel some amount of nervousness in his presence, and I really don’t want to introduce any new level of awkwardness into our friendship.

Excerpts from my moleskine

“When you do something particularly bold, or against your better judgment, feelings of idiocy become a function of time—that is, the more time that passes after such an act, the more stupid you feel. Ugh!” (March 2008)