The Veritable Ton of Bricks

How exactly can it be that you would know some one for many years, talk to them for 30 minutes, and suddenly see a whole different person? I can't sleep just yet, because I'm still a little amazed. Ok, so perhaps this entry won't make any great deal of sense for all its ambiguity. Let me just say a couple things.

1)First, if something's bugging you, I suggest taking a walk. There hasn't been a problem yet that was worse for taking a walk to think about it. In general, there's just something about walking, whether it be the state of mind, the rhythm of your steps. . .your theory is as good as mine. . . .it's just that something about it unravels problems, gets people to talk about things that normally you wouldn't. It's therapy.

2)For the first time ever, let me officially thank whoever or whatever was responsible for the spring of hell. Seriously. I wasn't ready to really talk with Dave D. before any of this, and maybe he wasn't either. There used to be times I'd catch glimpses of this intriguing person with all these ideas and feelings I'd like to know, but I just couldn't access him. Couldn't get down to it. And maybe I was acting the same way. it's hard to say. But all the sudden, there you are. And it's a tremendous thing, to really see you, live and in person. And that's worth every bit of hell I went through.