Talking to Myself

I went to the beach today and sat wear the ocean meats the land and let the waves just dab my toes, thinking about random things that probably aren't random at all. I thought about how beautiful the ocean can be. It reminded me of a friend I used to have and so I went off thinking about past relationships and the sun was there to cheer me up.

Hours must have went by and eventually the tide was going to soak me, but I didn't care. I didn't care if little kids ran around kicking up sand or that annoying guy speaking in another language behind me was blabbering to his girlfriend about something that I vaguely picked up to be about soccer. There, sitting on that beach, I was in my own world talking to myself, just thinking for a little while and to clear my head.

When I returned to where the rest of my family (partial family at least) I sat and ate lunch and no one questioned my absence. In reality, only an hour had passed, but it seemed like forever sitting there.

I read a book, Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, and thought about how our future could turn out to be very, very demented like that. Then I turned my attention to The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins and pondered whether I should become an atheist after the amazing points he makes, including what if there was no religion in our world.

I got stuck in traffic, listened to a few sad songs and got home just in time to eat some food and catch up with ESPN with the latest sports news before some MLB game which I decided I wouldn't watch tonight no matter how much the TV was begging me to be a lazy ass.

But the thing on my mind all day was something that happened...something I'm not willing to share right now. It's something hard, something that happened and I'm not quite letting go. Something that will alter my life and my feelings about many things.

Okay...enough for tonight...I gotta go.