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Isn't it funny how little things can change a whole weekend?
I had a great time this weekend. Really. I was surprised, but not about to argue. Everything was going great...played great at the game for once...had fun at the dance...going to Aaron's was awesome...in short, it was amazing and just a little wonderful. But it wasn't to last.
Tonight, I got up from a particularly good job of playing piano. I had finally been able to not get fat fingers and play three times the number of intended notes. I usually do that at least once in the course of my favorite songs. Then, I looked outside.
At first, I thought I saw a person with four legs. Then, my brain caught up with me and told me that that doesn't happen. So, it's a couple that are the same height. Nice. That small detail was intriguing, and thus made me keep looking at them, which in turn ruined my weekend.
One of them (I don't remember which), pointed up at something in the sky, and they both started laughing a little bit. Not too hard, but between a chuckle and a full-blown laugh. Then they turned and hugged each other, and kept walking, each with one arm around the other.
I have no idea why, but that scene really depressed me. It's not like I have something in my life to compare it to...I haven't had bad experiences involving the sky or the stars. If anything, it's exactly the opposite. But, here I am, feeling really lonely for some inexplicable reason.
I thought I was over this being lonely bullshit. I've been happy for God knows how long. And, all of a sudden, BAM! I feel like crap and a half.
So, if I'm a little less than talkative tomorrow, don't worry about it. It's not you.