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I’m having a really hard time coming up with things to talk about lately. So I came up with an idea. This idea will be fun but it involves your creative minds and some random stories on your part.
The Idea:
Instead of me posting right now I’m going to read your posts. I want you to leave a comment just as you would normally but now treat it as if this was your site and YOU were posting for everyone to see.
Talk about your day or tell us all a funny story. Tell us what you do for a living and how you got into that or tell us “what the ugliest part of your body” is.
I’m excited to read some stories so let’s get started.
posted on June 22, 2002 | 9:44 PM EST
Yesterday I had the fine privilege of playing base ball with some dear friends. I went to the game wounded, I have a sprained ankle - and I wasn’t planning on playing - but once everything got started I knew I had to go in and have some fun. This was all quickly shot down when the first ball that went out hit me in the face. In my mouth actually - so I have a blue and somewhat swollen lip to go along with my blue and somewhat swollen ankle.
By now I’m thinking, OK - I’m OK … I can take this. Not a problem. I’m tough. Yea … needless to say the ball goes over the fence and here I go after it - get stuck at the top ripping the skin from my arm and stomach. This is where I realize that my body is being torn into pieces and I had nothing to do with it.
So I resort back to my original plan and sit out for the remainder of the game.
You would think my story was finished and that I might have learned my lesson from all this body mutilation. You’re wrong - I took up another challenge of riding my bike a total of 5 miles in the duration of the night. So let me sum up my yuppie injuries … sprained or close to sprained ankle … ripped up arm and stomach - fat/blue lip which is slightly swollen - and an unhappy bruised back side. Which, in conclusion I have to sit on all day at work.
Moral of the story: Listen to your gut - when in doubt - sit out.
Jealous -
You want a story , i’ll give you a story.
Last night as i was leaving work i checked my voicemail.
“Please enter your password….” so i do.
“You have one new message.. to check…” I don’t even bother letting the enchanted robot finish her sentence and i’m off with the new message.
“Hi dan, this is laura. I’m only in town for 2 days and
tomorrow i have a wedding to go to. So you should come over to Sarah’s house .. we’ll all be there”
“we’ll all be there.. ” Instantly a vision fills my mind , a mass of people i haven’t seen in at least a good year , some 2 .. consumes the imaginary screen that’s replaced reality.
Shiiiiit.. Laura vs. Sleep .” Hell we had a good thing .. i really value her friendship, it would even be
good to see Sara”
This thought powers my tired limbs out the door and down the road.
Driving the twisted roads back through to the past , i seem to lose my way. Things are not where i remembered them.
-Left turn here , Right there , Speed up a bit .. another right..
“OHhhhhhh” Now i remember. The familiar memory
begins to become reality once more. A feeling of apprehension consumes my spirit.
“I shouldn’t be going here, i don’t even know these kids anymore.” The thought a second warning to my allready encroaching moment of awakening.
I shut the car door , and proceed towards what is now completely unsure territory.
Walking , unsureness replaces my sure steps.. i fumble trying to take a strong stride.
The door approaches..
“i’ll sneak around back and work in a more slow entrance” i think.
I see them, all familiar faces… my head stutters..
I enter in the door.
“hey everybody” Soft , sure annunciation propelling my movement through the room.
No audible response ensues, a few faces look my way
.. i struggle to make eye contact with everyone and several heads look away.
I swim the awckward glances that fill the room..
Their energy voices confusion and dissappointment.
“OH jeez”
“what’s he doing here”
“Dan Fris?”
With my head above the deep murky depths of wordliness i manage to see an old friend
“Hey jason!”
“Dan..!?” What’s up?.
His short bewildered way , tugs at my legs , my stroke increases..
“Laura ! . Sarah !
How are you girls?”
“Dan. Good , how are you!” The words seem a tough struggle to manage and their eyes reveal the work it takes for them to be spoken.
At this point the awkwardness continues until i clumsily stumble out the back door and back to my car. Where a sigh of relief is emitted.. but replaced with feelings of hurt and dissapointment.
I feel as if i’ve been digging in a grave yard. And in the process i’ve disturbed several peoples eternal
sleep of ignorance to me.
They buried me so long ago but i walked back in..
The sight of me too hideous to gaze upon for words to be emitted.
“I made their night uncomfortable, I gave them something to talk about”
Those poor people , So comfortable, How dare i disturb them, their mindset and their ignorance.
Driving , i did the only thing i could do .. remind myself what true friends look like.
Lets just say there was more warmth and real love in a little bar with 2 people than an entire home with 20.
*i must note that the few people that did say hi and made an attempt at welcoming me were friends of friends who obviously came in contact with me before well known gossip could be spread to enlighten them of my disturbing character.
Yes there were about 2 true living souls in that group. Kudos to you!
W.F . seeking W.M. in medical feild. Says:
Yesterday I had the fine privilege of playing base ball with some dear friends. I went to the game wounded, I have a sprained ankle - and I wasn’t planning on playing - but once everything got started I knew I had to go in and have some fun. This was all quickly shot down when the first ball that went out hit me in the face. In my mouth actually - so I have a blue and somewhat swollen lip to go along with my blue and somewhat swollen ankle.
By now I’m thinking, OK - I’m OK … I can take this. Not a problem. I’m tough. Yea … needless to say the ball goes over the fence and here I go after it - get stuck at the top ripping the skin from my arm and stomach. This is where I realize that my body is being torn into pieces and I had nothing to do with it.
So I resort back to my original plan and sit out for the remainder of the game.
You would think my story was finished and that I might have learned my lesson from all this body mutilation. You’re wrong - I took up another challenge of riding my bike a total of 5 miles in the duration of the night. So let me sum up my yuppie injuries … sprained or close to sprained ankle … ripped up arm and stomach - fat/blue lip which is slightly swollen - and an unhappy bruised back side. Which, in conclusion I have to sit on all day at work.
Moral of the story: Listen to your gut - when in doubt - sit out.