Today while hiking I came to the realization that I would like to die by way of a rogue wave. Preferably when my hoped for children are all acclimated with their adult lives. Don't worry, dear lone reader, it's not horribly morbid, it's actually something that weirdly comforts me as a person who leans to the side of Buddhism. I feel like awareness of impermanence is something that makes my life (for the most part) more intentional.
I guess my point is that a really emotional song shuffled it's way into my headphones which made me think of my parents and then consequentially my horribly empty love life. More specifically, the numerous people I've recently dated who have realized they are still in love with their former lady. Oh Kate, you're so amazing. You deserve the world. Blah blah blah.
I saw Eric. It was horribly formal.
I can't blame my sister for making me watch this a million times as an impressionable child. Actually, I guess it's made me fairly discerning. For the most part, I'm pretty hopeful but sometimes I turn to two buck Chuck, this blog, and old episodes of Six Feet Under...and maybe someone out there understands.