I have much to rethink and put into place. My experiences of the past week+ have been too many to decipher yet. The trip was full of beauty, learning, compassion, adrenaline, conflict, disappointment, hurt feelings, embarrassment and all the things that go with sharing that much time with people you know casually at best.
I call you friend. Well, that's semantics unless you know what my sock drawer looks like! Of course that's a figure of speech, but I spent a week with my socks hanging out. I also spent a week peering into the drawer of 10 other people. Now I'm wondering if I like what I've seen on all counts.
I know it doesn't really matter what others think, even if that "other" includes me. But still, my sleep habits, organization skills, personal hygene and patience or lack thereof has been too public for my reasoning. I'm ready for the respite. Here are some observations though.
"My socks are prettier than yours, even if mine are a mess."
"My socks are neater than yours and socks don't have to be pretty if your pants are an appropriate length."
"Socks?" . . . "Who cares?"
"Socks are utilitarian necesseties and are easily replaced."
"Bring that lonely sock along, someone will claim it later."
"Throw it away." "Seriously!"
"If anyone cared about that sock, it would be in a suitcase or laundry bag."
"If it doesn't have any holes, I can probably match it at home."
"It's just a sock!"
"If we can't care about each others socks, who are we, really?"
"It's not my sock, but you don't know me well enough to know that."
"Why wasn't I asked about the sock? Huh? Doesn't my opinion matter?"
"The bottom half of a margarita makes the sock issue silly."
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