I'm lumbering back from soccer more caked in mud than I've ever been, large bruises blooming on both shins, grimy sweatshirt over my shoulder, cleats tied together by the laces and thrown round my neck and most of what once was a ponytail hanging in my face. I round the corner and pass an older black guy with whom I proceed to have the following exchange:
Him: 'Scuse me
Me: Yep?
Him: Best thing I've seen all day.
Me: Sorry?
Him: Best thing I've seen all day. Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Me: I think so. Thank you.
Him: No, thank you.
And he kept walking.
Just made me smile. Then back to the flat for a shower (I clogged the drain with mud) and a frozen dinner. I've just popped into the library to check email before I head to the student union where a 70's funk band made up of a few classmates from my folk and urban music class is playing. Not that they'll know who I am or that I'm there, but I figure solidarity is at the very least a good start. Man oh man, why am I so bad at this 'being social' thing? Why is it I'd much rather walk the city or go to a concert where earplugs aren't a necessity (thank you for them, Mum) or simply sit and read? I wish it didn't take so much energy for me not to be a loner. This is exhausting and not yet worth the effort. I'm keepin' the faith though!
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I'm delighted you're enjoying soccer -- I'll never forget the picture of a leetle you hurtling through the air over/past two defenders, ponytail flying.. I picture you much the same, now, 'cept all involved are a bit bigger.
Can't force relationships, dear; eventually they happen, but only if you keep doing what yer doing: putting yourself in places where they may develop.
Keep the faith, stick with the seemingly low-return effort(s). Yer lovely and it comes out in ways you barely see (the old guy saw it, no?). They'll come to you.
*kiss*
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