February 24, 2010


While it may be admitted that I kind of suck at life, I am coming to the conclusion that this is not a completely negative thing. It is really horrible to lose things but I'm not sure there is anything more wonderful than recovering them. I had an average to poor day yesterday, most likely a direct result of the weather, and after work I went back to the house where the party was (a million dead cigarette butts on the sidewalk in front) and I stood on the porch and knocked on the door and looked towards the grungy smoking couches to see my glasses sitting on an end table in their case, completely intact. I practically skipped to my car in the rain and the air smelled like cherry blossoms.

I feel like there is a life lesson in there somewhere. You know, something about having to lose things to appreciate them or something like that. That's my theory. People who are good at life just don't appreciate it the way that I do.


Elizabeth said...

If only other people appreciated finding your things as much as you did, the greater Portland Metro area would be such a happier place :)

Rachel Wrong said...

Oh burn. Yeah. There are a lot of missing items out there. Someone has to be stoked on that blue glove. And my 'Turnips in Love' Sweater. And all those earrings.

Nickname unavailable said...

I make an effort to lose something once a day.. keys in the freezer, name tag in the walmart bag under the kitchen sink, still cant find my fav pants...must of put them somewhere... hmm where would my life be if i didnt lose it all the time. Don't you love it when you find money in old coats? That's the best. I think I will start a band someday with a name to that effect. "Money in Old Coats" ha!
---Cassandra ps sorry about the erased post..never posted on here before :P