What if 5 years from now I’ve totally gone off the deep end? What if I join a religious movement or start selling protein shakes door to door? What if I start selling religious protein shakes door to door?

I listened to erupting sobs as the news spread. Darrell said the big man in the Maui shirt was in there crying hysterically, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him.

So, I’ve been packing. I’ve been moving. I’ve been unpacking. I’ve been enjoying our new surroundings while trying to not take stock of a family photo growing smaller, and smaller.

When you actually have depression, on a clinical level, somehow the whimsy of having a blue period fades and you just become annoying to the people near and dear to you. Hey there, bummer!

It tasted like rum, because, well…it was rum. And coke. And a lime. It felt foreign as it entered my system. Likely because it was 9:14 am on a Friday morning. I didn’t order it for myself, no.

And I’ve only been exposed to that, because I love stories and have sought them out since I was a child. And I did this, because I wasn’t interested in my own. Writing my own stories and reading those of others was an escape I didn’t know I was taking.

It’s a gentle give and take, a push and pull, and in my case, a threat and a cuddle.

There are some things you just have to like, otherwise people will look at you different. And I guess there’s really no problem with being different, but I’ve always been one to prefer coasting under the radar, observing and hypothesizing, and not flying my freak flag for all to see. Just my preference.

If I think hard enough I can see my street, feel my bare feet on the sidewalk, and taste the humidity in the air. I can see the lightening bugs and hear the crickets and I wonder if the phone is ringing. It could be for me.