Anecdote
How many times have you felt that spark between you and someone else? You see them, they see you, the two of you undeniably connect.
Then the best part comes.
You think to yourself, “Wow, we could grow this spark from an isolated flash to a tiny flame on a dry leaf to a towering bonfire of passionate love.” Suddenly, you snap back to the moment you left only a minute ago; you are just sitting there looking at someone you call a friend. Girls have been known to do this but guys do as well. Men have imaginations, too. They will extrapolate far into the future, perhaps not as readily as the typical female (forgive my misguided observation of humans, it may be completely wrong, but I’m just a guy saying what I’m thinking), but nevertheless they will feel that little spark and look ahead to the bonfire.
This idea just popped into my head about five minutes ago and I realize that we all have felt it. We all, to a certain extent, crave it. The excitement of feeling the growing warmth of a steady fire, that undeniable feeling of someone needing you. “More powerful than morphine, and soothing as the rain, that frog in South America, has the anecdote for pain.” That’s a Paul Simon song. I don’t think it’s the frog that has the anecdote; I think it’s our own relationships.
Why do I bring this all up? Because this is my journal, and I write what I am thinking. Was there a reason I wrote this? That will remain a mystery.
Saturday in the Park:
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
…
Funny days in the park
Every day’s the Fourth of July
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (Yes, I can)
And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For the day
Chicago was a cool band. The purpose of this paragraph was just to document the strangest random song that ever popped into my head (the one above). This means, time to sleep. Good night, all!