Day 121.

After spending the last hour sitting on my couch at home reading the Thought Catalogue on Facebook via my phone, I've decided that I really should get a life. Would not a lively life, and/or night life, keep me from posting articles on friends' walls and posting one on my brother's wall in a small attempt to childishly get back at him for teasing me so much lately? Would it not also make work more difficult in the morning? So maybe liveliness isn't all it is cracked up to be in popular culture. At the beginning of the summer this dull and boring life was almost a little two much for a girl who had been going ninety miles an hour every day, every week for quite some time. It seems as though the art of relaxing is harder to practice than it should in theory be. On second thought it may have been the loneliness instead of the relaxation that made the beginning of summer almost unbearable. Tehe, there were no bears. Having a bear or too would have surely made life more intersting..... Though I think there is something to be said for the quiet that makes one think and reflect on life, the crazy people life contains, what has happened, and what could potentially happen. It does however become a problem when examining the past turns you into a creepy stalker and/or serial killer. (Personally I have no problem if you kill cereal, but you know, what evs.) Who knows what revelations can be found in the murky details that is both your past and my past. Quick, what where you doing a year ago today? Hmm, I'm pretty sure I was chillin with my brother and close friends, shelby, sarah, and spencer, on Decauter Island in the Washington State San Juan Islands. There was probably a large amount of alcohol consumed by our group, though I'm not sure if I participated or not. There was most likely a camp fire somewhere that one of us attended. The day was probably long. I would have woken up before everyone else to text someone in a different time zone, then participated in a day of sunshine, walking, and swimming with everyone else only to stay up later then everyone else texting the same person in a different time zone. There would have been a mid-day nap on a couch, my brother's amazing vegan food and strange music, and a lot of quiet time shared by myself or with michael or spencer, both of whom may have well be called my brothers. That night, well the whole week actually, was quietly and peacefully busy. For the first time in my life I had a bed buddy, meaning spence and I shared a king sized bed most nights. It was great, I didn't have to cuddle or be cute with anyone AND I didn't have to sleep alone. Best. Combo. Ever. I miss spencer. Anyways that day was wonderful, I bet I ate my weight in food and swam/walked/played tennis so much it al the calories just disappeared into thin air..... Okay, so maybe my pants were not wanting to fit by the end of the week, but that is not my point. In the face of days that seem backwards or those days when you go to the dentist's office and they stick needles in your face and cause your boss to send you home because the laughing gas they gave you so they wouldn't have to deal with you made your head too light to work properly.....on those days it is nice to remember the quiet days. In the face of slower seasons, it is nice to remember that joy is found in quiet slowness as well as loud business and every variable in between.