Friday came and went…I didn’t post on the blog. I thought terrible, calamitous things might happen if I didn’t post, and yet here it is; a day has gone by and I’m still here. I was pretty bummed out last night when I realized that I wasn’t going to make it home in time to write anything and have it show up for Friday. Fortunately, this realization came as I was sipping a tasty boba beverage on Mill (toffee coffee, for those who care). If I was drinking boba, you could run up to me screaming “Oh my gosh, Steve! You’re hair is on fire!” and I would calmly look up, put my hand on your shoulder, and in the softest voice I could muster I would say, “Shhhh….shhhhhhh…I’m having a moment.”
Yes, I know…past experiences would lead one to believe that I was now going to write something about Mill or boba, but YOU’RE WRONG! HA! I’m not. I don’t want to take that obvious road. I have to keep people guessing. You think I’m going to zig, but I zag instead. Misdirection is the key…oh yes, I love misdirection.
The key to misdirection is that you have to have something to misdirect people to. I don’t have that. Nothing really of note happened today or yesterday. I stayed up way too late last night, got up early this morning to go running with the Teej, did some laundry, came home, read some Native American creation stories for my English 241 class, and that’s about it. I don’t understand why nothing exciting ever happens to me. I come on here all fired up about writing stuff and then…nothing. It’s like one of those times when you think you have to go to the bathroom, you get there, and then you don’t have to go anymore. Disappointing, but life goes on. Perhaps life is better this way. I can’t help but be reminded of the ancient curse: “May you live in interesting times”. If interesting times equates to me being thrown from the freeway overpass by an explosion from a rolled oil-tanker, give me those crazy Native American stories anytime.