Independence Insomnia?

Here I am, still up. Dark and early in the morning. Time for some random thoughts.

We spend an awful lot of time being nervous around our own friends.

I'll never forget the day that a woman I thought was too gorgeous to have any brains spoke to me about Hawking's "Brief History of Time". Rarely have I been so soundly humbled.

I thanked my grocery bag boy today, and he was thrilled. He made eye contact and said to enjoy the 4th.

I can feel my own stubborn pride (very) gradually leaking away, month by month.

Can you feel glad for a friend, and never want to see them again? Or have they ceased to be a friend at that point?

Is talking about your family like describing nightmares? When you attempt to describe the details, do they just sound more silly and more inconsequential?

It's really nice to feel like there are people out there in the dark that love you.

I've been thinking about old faces. Not friends, but faces that bubble to the top randomly. My 3rd grade music teacher. My first grade teacher. A girl who had a crush on me in high school. Familiar faces dead in car accidents. A high school kid speaking at the funeral of his mother and brother.

So many people could be happy if they gave themselves the opportunity.

Telling people I'm not interested in them is one of the most uncomfortable things I've ever done.

Something I never expected about getting older and wiser is that I'm not as willing to settle for less than I really want.

Man, do I like lemon meringue pie.