So, I'm in a pretty happy place. For starters, I have a girlfriend, an absolutely incredible girlfriend. She's so brilliant and so lovely, I feel like I've won some kind of lottery. Even if this lottery involves me getting stoned to death at the end, I don't particularly care. Even if I end up being pelted into the next world by heavy rocks, it'd be completely worth the time I've spent with her. Luckily, I don't think it's that kind of lottery and I think everything's going to be fine for a good while. Last night, we went to the beach and had a picnic under the stars; it was incredible. Lying there with her, hearing the Gulf break against the beach, looking up into the clear stary sky, I felt so lucky to be alive. To me, it's such experiences that make life beautiful. I think about her and I just grin, I can't help it. Nobody can figure out why I'm so openly beaming.
I was in the car earlier with my mom and brother, mom and I had to give a pointless presentation on assistive technology. Normally, I'd have been fairly miffed. Miffed that I got roped into going. Miffed that my role in this particular presentation was really more that of a figurehead and not anything meaningful. Miffed at the entire situation. Yet, today I looked out the window, up into an AMAZING blue sky and thought to myself, "Christ on skates, it's pretty out." Meanwhile, mom and Brian are bitching about Brian's driving and what-not. Brian is rarely pleasant before, say, 6 PM. Still, I decided to try and chat it up!
Mike: Wow, it's beautiful out. Like, the sky is an incredible blue.
Mom: Brian, why don't you try to get around that truck?
Brian: Mom, shut up! Where the fuck am I supposed to go?
Mike: The beach was really awesome too, there was a nice breeze and the stars were really bright. At one point, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Mom: That's nice.
Mike: Yeah, I really love being outside with the battery (Note: I now am able run my bipap aka exo-lung, aka little breathing machine with a battery and thus can go anywhere and still breathe). Nature's pretty incredible.
Brian: Jesus, dude, enough! You're turning into one of those people, it's annoying.
I also talked about my plans to go camping and dancing. In regards to camping, Brian said, "Dude, it'll be fucking hot and miserable out there, you'll hate it. And who's going to take you?" To which I replied, "It'll be awesome at night, I don't plan being out there at noon. Steven'll take us, it'll rock." Brian the ever-optimist said, "Dude, it's a dumb idea. You don't want to go camping." To which I said, "I do and I am." Mom was also skeptical about the camping in a similar, but less disdainful fashion. When it came to dancing, Brian said, "Where are you getting these ideas?" A year ago, all of the previous would have been annoying and discouraging, but not now. I'm capable of ANYTHING, not just those certain things that people expect of me. Life fucking rocks and unless zombies show up tomorrow, things will only get better. Though, zombies would be pretty cool...
Posted by Mike at April 23, 2006 06:34 PM