Tuesday, November 08, 2005


A cloudy autumn day today, although not especially cold. The past weekend's wind and rain have taken the majority of the leaves off of the trees, but they haven't lost their color yet, and now colorfully blanket the ground, offering a nice contrast to the sky above, and the moist air carries the familiar and somehow comforting scent of dying leaves.
Life's busy as it always is, but I'm trying to look at it as an adventure more than just drudgery, the way I see it the difference is mostly in the way you approach it. It certainly doesn't always work, and sometimes I catch myself wishing I was at home. Somehow after three years here it still doesn't feel much like home. Campus life can still seem like a strange environment at times, with the irregular schedule, and the fact that everyone I relate to is within three years of my own age and doing almost exactly the same thing with their life at the moment. Oh well. Like I said, it's not bad. It just feels odd when I stop and think about it.
Last night I spent about an hour playing bass with some friends on a few tunes, which was fun. I looked up while playing to see at my own reflection in a pane of glass, and couldn't help but remark "Man, that guy looks old." Not especially old in a practical sense, I'm barely in my early twenties for crying out loud, just older than the seventeen-year-old with long hair and baggy jeans who used to play that bass. Even now, the image in my mind of me in a flannel shirt and jeans, with a beard and the increasingly apparent early symptoms of male-pattern baldness is sadly comical. I'm not saying that I'm especially more mature than I used to be (I suppose that the contrary is even possible), but then I guess I'm not really sure what I'm saying at all. It was just odd, that's all. Either way, don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue, I hope you're enjoying the autumn weather, and that life isn't too busy to stop and sit down every now and again, but I guess that if it wasn't you wouldn't have time to read this, would you? Come to think of it, I shouldn't have the time to sit down and write this nonsense. In spite of that, I'm sure that the slacker hidden not-so-deeply under my skin will come out again to put up tommorow's ramblings, so check back if you think to.

1 comment:

Kate said...

Thanks for posting this! I really enjoy your writing when you just let your thoughts wander and ramble a little.

I've had those moments - the ones where you look at yourself with the eyes of the younger you, so to speak. I can take my breath away and totally weird myself out sometimes still by catching sight of myself in the mirror holding Gui and looking like (gasp) somebody's mother. Which, of course, I am, and it isn't weird at all, except when it is. I suspect this only grows as you actually do age, or maybe you get used to it.