What she wore: Navy blue pants, red snow boots, white turtleneck with red hearts (you know what tomorrow is).
Well, I just have a bunch of stuff swirling around in my head right now. I went for a walk/job to try to sort it all out and I’m still just full and jumbled. Nothing is wrong. I’m like a student who’s learned a new concept–it’s all in there– I just haven’t put everything into the right place yet.
I’ve been fighting with one of the typical military issues–finding friends. Spent Friday night chatting with a friend who now lives in Tuscon and we discussed our friend prospects like dates–"well, she’s pretty nice, but I’ve never heard her curse–she probably thinks I’m a bad person" OR "I thought she’d be nice, but she never calls me back." Perhaps my favorite was, "Katy, I know I’m not supposed to judge people by what they wear, but the girl was wearing a grandma dress for crying out loud! I can’t imagine having anything in common with someone who would dress like that."
Well, added to that mix, I read Mocha Momma’s series about Allen (if you’re going to read it, just go and get a tissue right now) and there’s something in there about how there are only 19 types of people in the world and we just keep running into them in different bodies. Can this be used to our advantage? Can you meet someone, immediately discern that they are type 9 and know it’s not going to work out? Do we do this instinctively? At this point in life, I find that sometimes I meet someone and feel an instant connection. Male or female, young or old, it doesn’t really matter–some people feel like good friends from the moment you meet. Perhaps the 19 have something to do with this too. I’ll be ruminating on this one for a while.
Happy Love Day–I hope yours is filled with hugs and kisses.