Watteau was a Poet.

I don’t have time to post on here much, partially because grad school, work, and the gym have consumed my life, at which point I said, “LET’S TRY DATING AND TRAINING FOR A FIVE-MILE OBSTACLE COURSE TOO!” But that said, I feel its important to occasionally put my deeper thoughts onto the internets.

I went for a run today, outside in the city, for the first time since moving here. There was one run along the lake, which is pretty, but there’s something particularly moving about running past restaurants and grocers, Italian beef stands and corner stores, up and down the sometimes nice/sometimes not-so-nice sidewalks and roads of the west side. I love where I live now. It vibes with me. And I think what makes it so amazing is that everyone I meet who lives out here is completely different and we share this neighborhood with the same amount of pride. Running up through West Town, Noble Square, River West, crossing the interstate and seeing the river and skyline while the sun set behind me possibly hits in the top 5 moments of my time in Chicago. I remember all the shit that I went through to get myself to this place, this point in time and I realize that it’s all been worth it. Every heartbreak, hurdle, and halleloo. Even though so many of my friends aren’t here and I miss them all terribly, I feel like I’ve finally found the first place in my life that I can really call home. And that’s a realization that only the runner’s high can bring.

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Dear world,

If you could keep giving me friends who are licensed massage therapists, that would be awesome.

Guys.

I just remembered that Anna Kendrick is a real person.

My life is amazing.

Started the day with lectures on Technology, played Borderlands 2, and now it’s writing and Faded Paper Figures.

Some days, I forget how okay I actually am. Days like these remind me that I am, more often than not, better than okay.

I want to post this video that I’m watching for class, but I’m afraid it’ll get me on some government watchlist.

The days you truly win, are the days that you feel like a ton of lead, but you still manage to walk outside.

because

I don’t like either.

But I’ve recently come to realization that I am very much like Miracle Whip. From what I understand, it’s kinda like mayo at first glance but is very different tastewise or something. But people who like mayo, generally don’t like Miracle Whip. And people who like Miracle Whip REALLY like Miracle Whip.

In my case, I’m just surrounded by Mayo people. But I’m certain that if I keep trying, I’ll find someone who wants to spread me on their sandwich?

This metaphor is both disturbing and hunger-inducing.