Oh the things people do

Tonight while a lady was waiting in the drive through with her teenage daughter and her daughter's friends I thought she was fixing her makeup. . . which I guess isn't that strange even if it was at 8pm. But then I realized this woman was plucking her eyebrows. In the drive through. For about 10 minutes. How she had that much hair and how she could see 10 minutes worth of hair is something that I do not understand. But truly this woman inspired me. I want to be that embarrassing person that everyone tells their coworkers and friends about because heaven knows, we did just that. There was also the woman with the super high voice and the boy that was really a girl but tonight eyebrow woman won. It's now on my list of things I want to do in life to spend some time one day and drive through a whole bunch of drive throughs or go into random stores while doing the most random things or being the most random person. It would make my day and probably everyone's who witnessed my act.

My Life Is Average

I think its interesting the things that minds choose to remember. The highlights that are so entirely irrelevant and yet they make all the difference. A little over a year ago I was competing to finish reading the entire mylifeisaverage.com website. Back then though the page number was measured in hundreds rather than thousands. And for some reason I can imagine it all so perfectly. I remember the lights dimmed low with the cool breeze through the window and the flashes of the tv and the phone calls sharing select posts.

And why does it matter? Who cares if I read a website for hours and hours and hours a year ago? I care because it means something mattered. It means I laughed. It means there was someone on the other end of the line listening to the stupid jokes I found so funny. And it matters. It makes all the difference that my memories are filled with those simple things that changed my life. It matters that someone created a happy moment. It matters that someone cared.

Sometimes there just aren't words.

Except really, there are. There will always be words however entirely inadequate they may sound. There will always be words to describe death. There will always be words to describe frustration. There will always be words to describe that love you have for someone that runs so deep you can hardly choke up anything to describe it, let alone understand it. 

Emptiness. Exhaustion. Numb. Efficient. Busy. Smile. Silence. Controlled. Right. Monetary. Nice. Sacrifice. Trust. Forgiveness. 

BORING Boring boring senseless words. They mean very little. In context however, they mean a great deal. 

There is so much emotion that can be harbored in one person, in one soul. I haven't figured out yet where it's all supposed to go.