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brigdhI don't know if anyone's been reading The Famous Ghost Monolouges over on Tomato Nation. Maybe everyone already knows about this, but I'm gonna link to it anyways.
If you haven't been reading them, you must. They are amazing. Go here, scroll down about halfway to #1, and read them all.
So all of this was really a big buildup so that I could do what I want to, which is post a quote from the latest one:
But then, sometimes, people came in -- it's hard to explain, but when you were a kid, on the first warm day of spring? That first day when you can really feel the sun and it's warm too, instead of just light. On the first warm day, when you're a kid, you try to be outside as much as you can, in the yard or on the street, on your bike, whatever. And you stay out till dinner, and you're sitting outside, and it's getting cold again, and the ground is still really cold, and you're freezing but you don't want to go in yet, because it was just warm, you felt it yourself? And your fingers are getting numb, but you just have a feeling, like you need something, but you don't know what it is because you ain't lived yet, you're just a kid still, and you can't wait to get to that something -- I'm not explaining this real well.
It's the kind of feeling you can't tell anyone about, and it's like you'll burst with it but you have to keep it in. That's a kind of lonely too, and some people, they're born with that kind, and they keep it with them all the time.
Yeah. You know how sometimes, you read something, and it just hits that exact right cord with you, it defines something you've felt or known, but that you didn't know how to put into words, or that you were half-afraid even if you did explain it right, no one else would know what you were talking about, because no one else does that, ever?
Yeah, that's the kinda feeling I got from this. And the rest is equally good, so go! Read!
If you haven't been reading them, you must. They are amazing. Go here, scroll down about halfway to #1, and read them all.
So all of this was really a big buildup so that I could do what I want to, which is post a quote from the latest one:
But then, sometimes, people came in -- it's hard to explain, but when you were a kid, on the first warm day of spring? That first day when you can really feel the sun and it's warm too, instead of just light. On the first warm day, when you're a kid, you try to be outside as much as you can, in the yard or on the street, on your bike, whatever. And you stay out till dinner, and you're sitting outside, and it's getting cold again, and the ground is still really cold, and you're freezing but you don't want to go in yet, because it was just warm, you felt it yourself? And your fingers are getting numb, but you just have a feeling, like you need something, but you don't know what it is because you ain't lived yet, you're just a kid still, and you can't wait to get to that something -- I'm not explaining this real well.
It's the kind of feeling you can't tell anyone about, and it's like you'll burst with it but you have to keep it in. That's a kind of lonely too, and some people, they're born with that kind, and they keep it with them all the time.
Yeah. You know how sometimes, you read something, and it just hits that exact right cord with you, it defines something you've felt or known, but that you didn't know how to put into words, or that you were half-afraid even if you did explain it right, no one else would know what you were talking about, because no one else does that, ever?
Yeah, that's the kinda feeling I got from this. And the rest is equally good, so go! Read!
