What are Sundays For?

It's been quite the weekend, let me tell you what. There have been several nice, or at least integral flavors to savor throughout the Friday-Saturday-Sunday corner of the week.

The first is the foil-on-fillings feeling of people just plain not getting along. It's a kind of feeling you forget about when you get so busy that you never have many friends to begin with. It's a simple fact: people sometimes just don't get along with other people. But when it's people you care about, and when it's obvious enough that even I can tell . . .well it is something to dwell on. How do you fix a problem like this? Is it even possible to find ways to get a person to like someone they simply do not like?

Next is the feeling of simple, clean happiness. Of looking at someone and seeing lovely things in their face that you wanted to stare at for hours. The warmness of bedcovers, the comfort of doing nothing but play video games and fall asleep watching anime. So often, I've had to extract out the bitter confusion of starting life over after the big ending. Do you know how annoying it is to find yourself being happy again, and then watching your brain ruin it with paranoid or obsessive thoughts? That's what I've been fighting here. This weekend I was much more victorious. Now I'm just frustrated that I've had such a wonderful weekend but not really interacted with it as much as I would've liked. I haven't EXPRESSED my gratitude and happiness for it.

This is all WAY too abstract for a weblog. But I stick by my standards of only writing what I'd want anyone in the world to read, and so certain activities, experiences, and sentiments are never going to appear here.

So really, what I want to share about this weekend is that it was happy. I went to the farmer's market and bought myself honey straws. I spent two whole evenings away from home completely. I bought three beautiful paintings at St. Vinny's for twelve dollars total--two are sillouhettes of palm trees on sunsets, and the other is a pacific coast with a wave crashing down. I do miss the ocean sometimes. It was a nice weekend.

On a completely different note: I wanted to share some photos of my highschool pal Jonah, taken by one of his fellow photographers. They were just too lovely not to share! I really wish I would've gotten into photography as a hobby. There's still time I guess. I just love the way it can capture people. Sorry ladies, Jonah is taken.