'The Last Page'
-Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton
I really should be in bed. This 2:18AM isn't best...
Last week my spin instructor came into my PT job and after we realized we knew each other, well let me explain why we didn't recognize each other at first. Let's be honest we have only seen each other at the gym, in gym clothes looking like hot messes, under black lights, and briefly under normal light. Needless to say I've always been told I have a demeanor that most people never forget even if I have never been involved in a conversation with them, it's just something you feel, it's the touch of Gawdun. Anyways moving on before I give myself an even further inflated head... She gave me the look of, "now why the hell have you not been in spin class the last two months?" in my head that's the translation of the look... I feel more than obligated to be there at 8AM (few hours from now.) I would have attended last Wednesday morning but she told me she would not be there. I was not about to take another class when Nicole is simply the best and better than all the rest.
You know I had a real concise write up for this blog but now that I'm laying in bed and typing away on my iPhone this post I have no idea what I was writing about, or even meaning to write about. This post has nonsense attached to it!
Oh wait I remember!!!!
As my days are numbered living in Saint George I think about the information I have in my brain. The stories I have about my time here. The people who I have dirt on just because I sit back and enjoy the task of watching people, all the while being slightly involved in the ever so small community of Saint George. And I mean, I have dirt on some prominent and not so prominent people in this town! I've always joked that I could write a fascinating tell all about my short life here but then what kind of person would I be? In the end all is revealed and a self hanging is more effective than an outsider tying the noose. I mean really why do people think they are being sneaky? Growing up as a child I remember mom making chocolate pretzels and I would sneak little slivers off the almond bark thinking she would never find out. I mean I was so careful, I thought myself to be a future CIA person I was so sneaky but my mother always found out. I just don't see the point in hurting others intentionally no matter how much they hurt you. I did years ago and would have had no problem but now I see clearly. You may believe in whatever Higher Power you want but I believe that the actions I make in this life and the way I treat those around will result in my final grade. I just want to do good by the Big Guy. I've been walked on. I've been cut. I've been the fooled person. I learned so much from it and would never trade it for another life. These events have made my outlook the way it is. So in fact being the bottom has truly made me the top ;)
I do not know everything or claim too but I do know from being learned that I want to do right by others even if they don't feel the same. I also want to be a great example of community and family awesomeness. You can't really be that way when you fake your life and hurt others. This is me, Andrew. I make mistakes. I don't really see myself with children. I don't care for Asparagus. I love everyone no matter their sex, color, economic status, sexual orientation, religious back ground, jobs etc.
If we could all begin to think this way Jon Lennon's song 'Imagine' would be seen as vision come true.
Once again I am not perfect, I am still learning and loving, this is just how I feel. And it is late. I have spin in a few hours so I shall depart from this iPhone posting... (see I eventually tied it allllllll together).
Did any of this make sense? ? ?
'Reading in Bed'
-Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton
-Gawdun
