I keep tellin’ myself, if I wanted you to change
I’d be waiting for never
Waiting for never

Is there a word for when you spend time with someone and outside of that time nothing exists? For a few hours you don’t think about work or whatever bullshit you have going on in life, you’re just thinking about the person next to you?

Well if there is a word, someone please share.

I hung out with a friend tonight who recently went through something pretty shitty.

I’ll admit this is a new friend, and if the shitty thing didn’t happen we probably wouldn’t be friends in the way we are now, so I’m not sure I’m sorry, but I do feel bad for the situation.

I was just driving home and it was like I was in a weird dream, like I was just suddenly driving, all the time between meeting up and leaving each other felt different, better.

You know they say you should never judge a book by its cover and sometimes I enjoy that saying because on the outside I’m a heavily tattooed grumpy looking asshole. Get to know me and I’m a heavily tattooed grumpy asshole in the process of learning to be less grumpy.

When you see someone’s instagram or their appearance and you make your judgement off that, you are indeed both ignorant and an asshole. In some senses I did that, and boy am I eating my words in the best fucking way possible.

Have you ever had this idea of someone and then you hangout with them and it’s better than you could have imagined? Me too but only one time, today.

I use the word friend very specifically, because well, it’s what we are, and I’m the type of person that takes a long time to decide if that’s the place I want to stay or not. And sometimes you don’t get to pick if that’s the place you stay or not, because ultimately there’s another person involved and you need to respect what they want too. I think anything more I’d be waiting for never.

I guess a long winded way of saying I thought one thing and thought to myself “maybe this person will change” only to spend time with them and realize, they need to stay exactly who they are.

Also, I’m terrible at bowling.

Where the skies are gold not gray,

J.