The Best Thing: On my way to a Miracle

Yesterday I had lunch with my friend JW, who reminded me that even though I'd promised to be better, I'd not posted in MONTHS.  So Judy, this one is for you, because you may be the only person who sill even bothers to check, but we'll pretend there are a ton of people reading!  Also, loved your short hair, and I don't think I mentioned it.

The main reason I haven't written for ages:  It boils down to the fact that I've been a sad little puppy for too, too long.  When people say, "How are you?" I'm always fine.  When they ask what I've been up to, the answer is "working."  These things are true, because so long as I bury myself in work, I don't have to focus on the crappiness.  Ready for a brief Negative Nancy List of Things that Hurt My Feelings over the past couple months:

* Went on a date with a boy I thought I might like.  At the end of the night, he hit me.  Not that hard, and not that damaging, except for the emotional toll. 

* Other long-term boy in my life has completely dropped out of the friend capacity.  We actually texted last night about an activity we've both been invited to for tonight.  He said, "I have nothing against you coming."  I pointed out that this is not the same as him saying, "I'd like for you to come."  There was no response, so I'll probably stay home and mow my lawn.  And perhaps go to the gym.  And clean house.

* Talking to another friend not long ago, he encouraged me to go live my dreams.  This resulted in a personal crisis, because I don't really even know what they are anymore.  I need new dreams.

But no one visits www.rachelsego.blogspot.com to feel like poo, including me, so now seems as good a time as any to turn things around.

Socially, things may be difficult for a while.  I could use some new friends, but I don't know where to find them.  I've got an extra ticket to see Sondre Lerche in a few weeks, but we all know how my last date turned out, so I'm feeling a little sick about it.  I may just go alone.  Who knows?  Maybe I'll meet some nice folks at Low Spirits!

One thing I would like to do is keep a regular feature going here, at least until I perk out of my grumpiness.  I'm going to call it "The best thing that happened yesterday."  Here's the first one:  The best thing that happened yesterday was I stopped to fill up in Roswell on my way home from Sylvia's.  I'd gone 400 miles on a single tank of gas (which is a strong contender for best thing) and so I had to be a big Sabbath-breaker and get fuel (big because I'd also had lunch out with the fam).  The little fellas working at the filling station were super sweet.  I imagine they weren't much more than 21, only because they needed to be legal to sell alcohol to their other customers (Not to worry-- I may be a sabbath-breaker, but I don't drink!).  Anyway, the best thing that happened yesterday that as I was leaving, one of the clerks said, "Dude!" (I'll forgive him for failing to notice that I'm not a man) "Those are the coolest shoes EVER."  They were burgundy high-heeled Mary Janes from Target.  Nothing particularly special, but it made me feel good.  He went on to explain he was kind of into punk rock (not a huge stretch of the imagination, given his piercings and Mohawk), and that he had some combat boots in the same shade.  It made me laugh!  Still, a little acknowledgement from the clerk and his gas-pumping co-worker meant the world to me, because I was feeling a little down.  I know I sashayed out of the station, instead of schlumping the way I came in. 

Stay tuned for more "best things of the day."