
I guess what I’m trying to say is: you get handed these decisions, and you make choices depending on the kind of person you are. What to wear. What bar to go to. Which friends to hang out with. Whether or not to smoke. Or do drugs. Or wear a cat on your head. Or a combination of the last two.
Somewhere along the line someone - I can’t remember who - told me to make the big decisions as if they were the little ones and the little ones as if they were the big ones, and for the most part, they’ve been right. I booked a ticket to California on a whim but spent 45 minutes trying to figure out a playlist for the drive from the airport to Los Feliz.
So have some fun with it. Don’t think too hard about kissing her. Think very hard about what shoes you wear. Don’t think too much about booking a flight. Think very hard about what to do on your Sunday off.
Life is too short, man.
This made me happy.
I don’t like death. It makes me sad that someone I knew is no longer here, no longer tangible. But I’m glad I met you and I’m glad I knew you in this lifetime.