Inside Out

Putting my underwear on inside out this morning was just the last in a series of rather silly and inexplicable things I've done. There were no goodbyes yesterday, because that would be a downer, but at the same time I ran through names and said goodnight.

Random things happen to me when nobody else is around to keep me being sensible. Last night I had a ride home from a random man who is now my friend in Vancouver. The long version of that story is incomprehensible, and probably boring. Perhaps I stumbled unknowingly, perhaps he could hear my whispering. I wanted to go home.

I felt so anti-social last night, after a day at OAP I could not seem to chit chat with people I'd never see again. Maybe this is me coming to terms with leaving. Feeling strange, I could not pretend not to know him and so I had to leave. I refused to have my 'lady friend' status rubbed in my face, although I have few problems with it in practice.

Today I'm off to catch up on lost time with one of my best friends in the world. We are so different from each other, and somehow, that's perfect.

Oh gotta see gotta know right now.
What's that riding on your everything?
It isn't anything at all.
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now.
What's that writing on your shelf in the bathrooms and the bad motels
No one really cared for it at all
Not the gravity plan.
Early early in the morning it pulls all on down my sore feet
I wanna go back to sleep.
In the motions and the things that you say.
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh it sags
Everything will fall, right into place
When we die, some sink and some lay
But at least I don't see you float away
And all the spilt milk, sex and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place.

-- Too much Modest Mouse for me