random.: May 2005 Archives

I was at the pool swimming today when I noticed a guy at the other, deeper, end getting ready to get in. He was a big guy ... and by big I mean 400+ lbs ... and not so tall. He was with another guy who was helping him put on SCUBA gear. He was obviously being taught how to dive. I watched this big dude get all suited up and then disappear into the twenty vertical feet of water between the surface and the pool's concrete bottom. And I couldn't help but think about how good that must feel for him. How it must feel to carry around all that weight all the time, in a very critical world, and then, instantly, be weightless and not anywhere near the eyes of anyone who could judge you. I pictured this big guy diving in some beautiful coral reef somewhere ... with sunshine and blue water and tons of fish ... and I imagined the joy he would feel at being there ... being weightless and exploring a whole nother world, far away from the reality of whatever caused him to get that way to begin with.

The stress of finals must be getting to me because a simple phone call just about sent me over the edge.

The boyfriend and I have had tickets for about six months now to see my absolute favorite band. This isn't that big of a deal, as I have seen them many MANY (read: thirteen? fourteen?) times... but its been several years now and I was totally psyched for the show.

Unfortunately, real life got in the way. Finals start on Friday and I am oh so unprepared. Plus there's that whole pesky Ironman training thing. I made what I know is the right decision to stay home and train and study and I told J that of course I didn't care if he went without me and that I truly hoped he could find someone to take my ticket.

The ONE stipulation of that was that he NOT call me from the show.

I'd rather NOT think about the concert I'm skipping so that I can study CrimPro. And I hate noisy drunk phone calls. Especially when they come from concerts. Call me way too crotchety for my age but I don't think there's anything more irritating than being home having a nice, peaceful quiet evening and then getting a phone call from someone who you can't even hear because of all the background noise. This is even worse at concerts because the music is so loud. And its even WORSE when the phone call is coming from the concert that you were supposed to BE at.

So my phone rings tonight and I pick it up and I hear this far away voice saying "you there? hello?". It didn't sound like J, even tho it was J's phone number, so I was utterly confused. I kept saying "hello? HELLO? WHAT???" into the phone but I still couldn't hear and I'm pretty sure that whoever it was couldn't hear me either. I only got glimpses of what the person on the other end, who I'm assuming was the guy J gave my ticket to, was saying... something about how J was having a lot of fun. Umm... ok? Thanks? I'm glad? Could this have not waited until you were some place that I could actually hear what you are saying? And then there's the wondering of what came AFTER the "having a lot of fun" part? Having a lot of fun... and therefore making out with some hot hippie girl in the porta pottie line? Having a lot of fun and therefore passed out drunk and/or stoned on the grass? Having a lot of fun and desperately wishing I was there?

There was a reason I said call me AFTER the show. Why don't they listen? Am I really this crabby? I'd like to blame it on finals but the truth is, I've always hated those kind of phone calls...