I Know the Answer

 Hmmm, apparently no one is reading this blog, as the last two posts currently have zero views. That's great, because what I want to practice is writing without thinking about it. Writing the kind of way I do when I journal. Though when I journal I write longhand, and that takes forever, so usually my sentences are shorter. But when I type I tend to drone on. 

You know when you hook up with someone and you can't stop thinking about that person but you're not even sure if you should be thinking about that person? That's how I feel now. It's very confusing. Halloween was a wonderful, wonderful day. We surfed the ranch. We hung out at the palapa. I gave Eli tons of shit. La Jesi was there, la Julia, Sergio. Our whole crew. If I'm not mistaken I had breakfast and then when Hunter and Nate went out for a second surf I had a Corona. I had two Heinekins last night and then two IPAs at the football game and I kind of feel a bit tired today and I really shouldn't drink beer, especially IPAs. Light beers are OK. But they don't make me feel great. Wine makes me feel good. Cider makes me feel good. 

My legal interpreting test is in an hour and fifteen minutes. In an hour and fifteen minutes I'll be sitting in a room in Shoreline Community College, possibly observed by one person, possibly observed by several people, doing one of the hardest things it's possible to do in the interpreting world: simultaneous interpretation. And I will do my best, of course, but that probably won't be great since I've barely studied. Fiscal = prosecutor. Procesar = to prosecute. La fiscalia = the prosecution. El demandante = the plaintiff. El acusado = the defendent. 

etc etc

Ugh I hate when I can't stop thinking about someone. 

And yet. And yet. 

What a frickin day for hockey today. All my teams play. The Kraken, the Canucks and the Oilers. 

At least it's sunny today. And I should be able to climb outside at least twice next week. Once in Gold Bar, and then maybe another time in Gold Bar or another time in Leavenworth. Maybe get a hotel out in Wenatchee. Check my oil. Derd. Take some turmeric, some mushroom supplements. Try Alfalfa or Spanky again? No. Yes? Try Schist Cave Right? No. Yes? Try The Hourglass V6? 

When you're stewing on something does it help to write about it or just to try to bury it and stop thinking about it? 

I haven't even brought up my job. On Monday I'll go into the office and I'll say, "Nora, I think I'm done with phone work." And she'll be like, "OK." And I'll be like, "So, should I just coast for a bit and see if something else comes up, or should we cut the cord?" And she'll be like, "....."

And I'll be like. 

And she'll be like. 

But it's fucking sunny today.

It's fucking SUNNY. 

Is it better to meet someone and share an amazing time with that person and then suffer the heartwrench after? Or is it better to not have even met that person at all.

I know the answer.