I’m more than excited about this summer. This summer. I’m more than excited ‘bout it.
(Source: bunny-mae)
The fifth time around, I lost my wakeboard. Hitting the third curb, having no resistance, I felt like I went over those boosters in Mario Cart. Getting too excited, I let go of one arm to “woo”, then packed the sea pretty righteously. The wakeboard was too far away from me and I swim so slow in general, so I left it; swam in turtle time back to shore. Luckily, this guy brought both his and my wakeboard along with him to me. He wasn’t from the states, he said. We had a long way to walk, back to the dock. It took forever. Everything was slow. Again…. turtle time. He told me some pretty interesting shit. I never got his name, though. It’s whatevz. I’ll just refer to him as Blah-blah. Blah-blah asked me if I was from here, so I informed him I was from Pensacola. “Whoah! ….I actually don’t know where that is, never heard of there…. but that’s cool!” Blah-blah said. Exacly what Blah-blah said. I told him that there isn’t much to do there, and that I never really did much. Living there for fifteen years, I didn’t know much of Pensacola likewise to the next tourist. The tourists, the people. I don’t know a lot of people from Pensacola either, I told him. I mean I know of people, but not know-know them. There’s a major difference. I didn’t want the sympathy, but he gave it. He told me how he could relate from not being around here and all. He was much nicer to me than I am too myself about it, too. Nice dude, chill dude. It was so cool. Ya’ know, having a great conversation with a complete stranger. It made me realize how very small the talks I have with almost everyone in Pensacola are. Everyone I “know”. I’m really glad I met Blah-blah. And in a weird way, I’m even more glad I never got his name, and that’ll I’ll never “meet” him again. Because ya’ know, we never exhanged names. So technically, Blah-blah and I never even met. Cool.
(Source: bunny-mae)
