so as i have said this weekend was disjoint. i spent most of it feeling about 3 seconds behind, or 3 feet removed from myself and the situations i was in. this was to a large degree the result of things that were cranking in my own mind. but last night found me in a carbon copy of last saturday. downtown, everyone (but me) in costume. same people, crazy like. but instead of making something more of the situation i focused on the two things that i needed to, relaxing to observe the situations around me, and trying to be a good friend. i am certain that i relaxed and observed a whole lot of strange shit, and i think that i may have been a good friend. here is to hoping.
and i think that it is important to tell people what you think and what you feel, but sometimes there is nothing to be gained by doing that and so it is wise to keep your mouth shut and your ideas to yourself. sometimes there is nothing to be gained by being so forward, and you only end up hurting the people that you are trying to get your ideas across to. and so tight-lipped i sit.
and tricky plays in my headphones to drown out the anoying banter of coworkers and a doc awaits, so i split.