these people rule.
one guy at work was abandoned when he was young. he grew up in a mental hospital. we give him schtick about being a yankees fan. (guess who’s a .500 team this year?) he’s an office/facilities kinda guy, he delivers the mail, cleans up, etc. he’s been there for years, has had trouble holding a job, until now. we hope to continue to make him feel welcome. i write about him mainly because he reminds me of a certain janitor friend we have.
went to keep in shape at the z center. got spotted by this ridiculously buff asian guy who butterflied the stack. but he gave me lots of advice about not giving up. he said he started out just as scrawny as i did. i’ll probably never see him again, unless i get in better shape by going to the z center every day (good idea). sometimes, you just need a little push. they say when you call the psychic friends network or whomever those people are, that’s what you get, not a mind reading, but a little confidence.
not that i have anything against my friends, but new people are just so cool. i remember when matt said that there was some kind of shakeup when new people arrived as his friends. (maybe he doesn’t remember that, but i do.) see, i felt that’s what i was missing. i got bored off my ass. the same bar. the same horsing around. even the same conversations. is this all we’re good for? and i think again, it’s what we do when nobody’s looking that matters. would i tell you what i really thought behind closed doors? i don’t have to fit in with my friends. i’ll follow my heart, not my friends, because i know there are all sorts of friends on the path. they have all been, and will continue to be, great.
i’d pay for the game, because i want to see the game. our lovely friend at work has reminded me why. having friends there is just a bonus, but i’d be happy watching at a bar too! i’ve never done that before, but i’ve been to fenway. it’s something new.