Wisdom comes when you learn that you should always be a student.
Today has been a mildly interesting day. First, let me just go ahead and admit it...I'm gay. There...but I think one could argue that I'm hardly stereotypical in a lot of ways. I've managed to have some homophobic people actually learn to respect me. So, if you're really done with reading this, then it really is your loss. You might actually learn something.
(Sorry, I spend way to much time on the soap box)
So, my mildly interesting day began with interaction with a friend and his son who are staying with me and my roommate, Budder-fly (he has asked that I call him this, due to his fascination with...dinosaurs). My friend is a spinner of tall-tales and goofy antics. His son is like a piano accompaniment, adding his own sound effects, echo, and laughter to whatever his father says. He's hysterical. Anyway, the last few years, our house has been void of much company. So, this was a change.
Then, throughout my work day I texted these two guys that I met through a phone application while in Dallas last weekend. They seem nice, but truth be told...I have NO idea what to do when it comes to guys. I have NO GAME, as they say. But I'll chat with them and see where it goes.
I spoke with my good friend, Pandy (he hates that nickname, I think, but he likes me enough to let me get away with it), via text. We talked mostly about this blog.
Also, in the midst of researching information on the net regarding my birth mother, I found the contact info for who I believe is her brother...making him my uncle, who is spending life in prison for a murder in the 70's. I decided to write him a letter. Joe and Scott have no clue I've done this...well, they do now. I just basically told him that I didn't want anything, that since he was probably not getting out this would be my only chance to communicate with him, and that if he wanted to write back with any interesting bits of info that he was welcome. Why? I don't know. Everything is something. It's all a little bit more of bio mom. There's also a lot of curiosity about someone that was mom's brother killing someone, after what happened to her.
Last weekend, Joe told me that I needed to reach out to my family. I don't think this is what he meant. He was mostly encouraging me to spend time with the family he grew up with on his father's side. I think he's working on something of a small family gathering. I'll address that in a later post.
So, after writing my letter to Uncle Killya during my break at work, I had a sudden realization that I had a dream last night. I remembered running from a cannibal through a quarry. I was with a friend and we were doing a lot of hiding and scurrying. I love to analyze dreams, but I've been so tired I really don't have the energy. I'll just store it here until some other time.
With work done, I made my trek home realizing that there is a huge decline in birds right now from what there was 6 months ago. It went from an Alfred Hitchcock movie to Night of The Comet (does anyone get that 80's reference?).
At home, our guest had doubled as another one of our friend's other sons and his daughter arrived. They are all very nice, so it is not a big deal. You will soon realize that I'm rather anti-social at moments and could probably live my life as a hermit if I hadn't become so self-conscious about what other people think. Ain't disorders great? :) Again, they are rather entertaining, though.
So, I'm off to join Budder-fly for a bag of Braum's burgers. Good night everyone!
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