Mems

Sometimes, I not only neglect my blog, but I neglect everyone else's.

Then I read them again.

And I remember why I became friends with them in the first place.

Sometimes. I don't have many friends that care enough to call.

But when they do call, I don't think they know how much I needed that phone call.

I miss Shelbie and Sarah. They are so artistic. And funny. And pure.

And I get jealous/proud of them when I remember to de-neglectify their blogs.

I re-re-realize how incredibly good friends they were to me.

Does Gavin Degraw do to you what he does to me?

Should I follow up that question with some explanation before you take it the wrong way? YEs.

He holds a lot of the memories of mine in his voice.

He makes me kind of miss my Daddy. Back when I believed he was Superman. And we would go on the best road trips ever.

To places that ignited a requited love of nature.

And historical figures you didn't know had any importance in this country whose stories were recanted by the world's best tour guide. And you feel so grateful for things you didn't even know existed before.

Sometimes lives shatter when you realize how human your superhuman parents are.

And suddenly you have to look at them with human eyes instead of awed eyes.

Today, I get to see Shelbie.

Tonight, I get to cry over missing Sar.

Tomorrow, I get to laugh at myself for my ridiculocities of today.