And while I was gchatting with him, my best friend from home whom I've felt very distant from recently called me to ask if he could come over. Having basically accepted the fact that I wasn't going to see him again before I left for campus on Saturday morning, I was so surprised to be hearing from him that I stopped to ask if he was okay. He came over and warned me that he might be smelly from work, but I buried myself into him at the front door like I always do and he came in and sat at my kitchen table and teased my little brother while I made him Grape Kool-Aid (it's his favorite), and everything felt normal again. We talked about how school is scaring me a little this year, his new job, how he's scared he doesn't actually want to do anything with his degree, his family's ongoing move, how he wants to get his own place by December, things we'd done together in the past, things we wish we could do together in the near future, weird/interesting things we've watched recently...there were a few lulls, but he and I have had those since we were 13. My mom used to tease us because we'd sit on the phone "listening to one another breathe." Maybe I was expecting the worst when really he's just been busy and my visit home this time was really bad timing. Maybe we just say these things and that the time between now and the next time we'll see each other is too long to keep up the appearance that we still need each other. Maybe it doesn't matter, as long as we keep saying them.
Showing posts with label surprise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surprise. Show all posts
Friday, September 9, 2011
Surprises from men I know:
So it seems as though the decision I came to late Tuesday night has been negated, and this time it's NOT the result of my chronic inability to make up my mind about anything. He gchatted me this evening and asked if I had a minute, which usually means he wants to have a real conversation (as opposed to a hey-how-are-you-blah-small-talk conversation), and I had a feeling he wanted to talk about this even though he told me to not let him talk about it til the weekend (Thursday is basically the weekend, I guess). But the first thing out of his mouth once I confirmed that I did, indeed, have a minute, was that he wanted to veto the idea. And I was surprised because what man turns down the chance to get laid with no strings attached he seemed down when we were talking the other day, but seemingly before I could even process it, my fingers typed "that's fine". And while in my head I was thinking, 'Man it's gonna be hella awkward when he reads the post where I decided I wanted to,' I was actually the most disappointed by losing this opportunity to start the crazy college days I was supposed to be having for the past three years. I think what I realized as soon as he said that was that I'd come up with a lot of "there's not really any reason not to," and that didn't translate exactly into an I wanted to. I want this threesome that's not going to happen; I wasn't opposed to a consolation prize. And I'm ready for a lot of things, but settling for a delicate situation shouldn't ever be one of them. And I don't know why he vetoed it, and maybe I won't ever know, but while I certainly wouldn't call this a pleasant surprise...I certainly don't feel like I've lost anything either.
And while I was gchatting with him, my best friend from home whom I've felt very distant from recently called me to ask if he could come over. Having basically accepted the fact that I wasn't going to see him again before I left for campus on Saturday morning, I was so surprised to be hearing from him that I stopped to ask if he was okay. He came over and warned me that he might be smelly from work, but I buried myself into him at the front door like I always do and he came in and sat at my kitchen table and teased my little brother while I made him Grape Kool-Aid (it's his favorite), and everything felt normal again. We talked about how school is scaring me a little this year, his new job, how he's scared he doesn't actually want to do anything with his degree, his family's ongoing move, how he wants to get his own place by December, things we'd done together in the past, things we wish we could do together in the near future, weird/interesting things we've watched recently...there were a few lulls, but he and I have had those since we were 13. My mom used to tease us because we'd sit on the phone "listening to one another breathe." Maybe I was expecting the worst when really he's just been busy and my visit home this time was really bad timing. Maybe we just say these things and that the time between now and the next time we'll see each other is too long to keep up the appearance that we still need each other. Maybe it doesn't matter, as long as we keep saying them.
And while I was gchatting with him, my best friend from home whom I've felt very distant from recently called me to ask if he could come over. Having basically accepted the fact that I wasn't going to see him again before I left for campus on Saturday morning, I was so surprised to be hearing from him that I stopped to ask if he was okay. He came over and warned me that he might be smelly from work, but I buried myself into him at the front door like I always do and he came in and sat at my kitchen table and teased my little brother while I made him Grape Kool-Aid (it's his favorite), and everything felt normal again. We talked about how school is scaring me a little this year, his new job, how he's scared he doesn't actually want to do anything with his degree, his family's ongoing move, how he wants to get his own place by December, things we'd done together in the past, things we wish we could do together in the near future, weird/interesting things we've watched recently...there were a few lulls, but he and I have had those since we were 13. My mom used to tease us because we'd sit on the phone "listening to one another breathe." Maybe I was expecting the worst when really he's just been busy and my visit home this time was really bad timing. Maybe we just say these things and that the time between now and the next time we'll see each other is too long to keep up the appearance that we still need each other. Maybe it doesn't matter, as long as we keep saying them.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I just got what is possibly the most interesting phone call of my life.
It involved two good friends of mine, and a situation I was totally oblivious to but should probably have been more aware of. [What can I say, I'm just a friendly person and have a tendency to interpret others' actions as having no motive beyond friendliness unless it's obviously otherwise.] They're sneaky. And I'm blind. And life is funny sometimes. My surprise is a pleasant one, though. That should be said loudly, despite my current state of bewilderment.
It seems I may have inadvertently done a very good thing.
What can I say: Maya Reid, bringer together of cool people everywhere. They flock to me. ;)
It seems I may have inadvertently done a very good thing.
What can I say: Maya Reid, bringer together of cool people everywhere. They flock to me. ;)
Sunday, July 3, 2011
2nd 30 Day Letter Challenge--Day 15: Letter to the Last Person who Surprised You
Anyone who's been paying attention knows this letter is going to be to Erykah Badu.
Miss Badu [I don't feel worthy of addressing you as Erykah],
If Baduzium is a state of being similar to nirvana, I think I encountered it last night. I didn't care that I was tired or that my feet hurt or that I wanted a drink but they cost more than WHOLE BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL I have purchased...I would have stood there listening to you in awe for hours. All night if you'd wanted to keep singing for me. You made me feel like a living girl. If I can get my soul to radiate half as brightly or a strongly as yours, my life will be phenomenal. I was expecting to have a good time...I wasn't expecting to feel enlightened. I was expecting fun, I wasn't expecting joy or an overwhelmingly intense peace. To put it simply, I wasn't expecting you.
You kept thanking the audience, but I want to thank you. And you have my word I will see you again.
Maya
PS I give a small badly-recorded piece of my experience with you to the world to enjoy:
Miss Badu [I don't feel worthy of addressing you as Erykah],
If Baduzium is a state of being similar to nirvana, I think I encountered it last night. I didn't care that I was tired or that my feet hurt or that I wanted a drink but they cost more than WHOLE BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL I have purchased...I would have stood there listening to you in awe for hours. All night if you'd wanted to keep singing for me. You made me feel like a living girl. If I can get my soul to radiate half as brightly or a strongly as yours, my life will be phenomenal. I was expecting to have a good time...I wasn't expecting to feel enlightened. I was expecting fun, I wasn't expecting joy or an overwhelmingly intense peace. To put it simply, I wasn't expecting you.
You kept thanking the audience, but I want to thank you. And you have my word I will see you again.
Maya
PS I give a small badly-recorded piece of my experience with you to the world to enjoy:
Monday, June 20, 2011
So the blogosphere has been touting the benefits of olive oil for a long time
and I have been reluctant to try for reasons I can't really even identify. But after I manipulated it a lot to come up with some pretty cute styles involving hideaway combs last week (including a fro-hawk that actually looked like a hawk according to my friend B and a half back look with cute side bangs) my hair was pretty frustrated with me today. I cowashed in the shower like usual BEFORE going to the beach, and even then it was dry and frizzy and like it was not in a good mood, so I promised it an overdue deep condition post-ocean and left for ShopRite. I knew my hair needed some good moisturization, but the new products I just bought from CurlMart won't be in til Wednesday and I was not about to spend dinero on something to tide me over from CVS. Then at ShopRite T was checking out olive oil for pasta, and there was some on sale for $2 and I said...this might be worth a shot for my overworked hair.
So I came back from the beach with sand like, visible in my curls and before I even cooked dinner I decided to treat my hair because it deserved some love and affection. I showered and applied my DC, then ran a bath, poured some OO into the water too because the random foreign lady on the aisle at ShopRite reminded me of the wonders it can work on skin too, and relaxed with music playing and the awesome book I'm reading for a 45 minute soak. I could feel the OO coating my skin in a delicious silkiness like really good lotion, and when it was time to rinse the DC out I just slid farther back into the tub til my head was underwater, letting the conditioner come out and the olive-oily-water take its place. Then I poured some OO into my palm and worked that into my scalp, then spread another palmful or two sparingly from roots to ends.
AND LET ME TELL YOU, my hair feels so soft and bouncy and luscious right now! Rarely have I ever found a product that can take me so dramatically from dry mess to tight curls, and it was TWO DOLLARS. Even if it is working in conjunction with the DC, DAYUM.
Long story short, olive oil is going to become a part of my regular stash. I might go back to ShopRite to stock up while it's on sale. And I don't think I smell like a salad, so it's all good.
So I came back from the beach with sand like, visible in my curls and before I even cooked dinner I decided to treat my hair because it deserved some love and affection. I showered and applied my DC, then ran a bath, poured some OO into the water too because the random foreign lady on the aisle at ShopRite reminded me of the wonders it can work on skin too, and relaxed with music playing and the awesome book I'm reading for a 45 minute soak. I could feel the OO coating my skin in a delicious silkiness like really good lotion, and when it was time to rinse the DC out I just slid farther back into the tub til my head was underwater, letting the conditioner come out and the olive-oily-water take its place. Then I poured some OO into my palm and worked that into my scalp, then spread another palmful or two sparingly from roots to ends.
AND LET ME TELL YOU, my hair feels so soft and bouncy and luscious right now! Rarely have I ever found a product that can take me so dramatically from dry mess to tight curls, and it was TWO DOLLARS. Even if it is working in conjunction with the DC, DAYUM.
Long story short, olive oil is going to become a part of my regular stash. I might go back to ShopRite to stock up while it's on sale. And I don't think I smell like a salad, so it's all good.
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