A Lot Of Things

Swimming

Near the beginning of summer my parents bought a swimming pass for me, encouraging me into going swimming daily. Anyhow, after a few days swimming kind of grew on me and I didn't mind that. A week passed and I found that I actually enjoyed swimming. So that sets the stage.

Anyhow, a day or two ago my brother and I are playing "volleyball" in the water. We're playing beside these two girls who I've seen a bit over my time at the pool and everything is going fine. At some point in our game, this man walks up to the girls and asks nervously if he can play. The girls smile (or something like that) and splash away. Seeing this made me feel kind of bad for the guy, and before I knew it I had invited him to join us.

The whole time Raymond (my brother) was looking at me as if he was saying, "What the hell Kevin?" The guy seemed really thankful that he found somebody to play with and we started talking about his life. I didn't catch his name because of his chopped up English, but he said that he was from Quebec (which would explain the language barrier) and that he came to work in Vancouver. We started talking about sightseeing in Vancouver and I asked him what job he had. He said that he was a "roofer" and how it was a great job and I couldn't help but smile.

So in the end the story is that I kind of took a risk befriending a stranger, but in the end I guess I just experienced more of life.

What I Would Do

At the end of the school year I was wondering what I was going to do during the summer. Honestly I needed the break to just think and absorb everything that had happened to me during the school year. One of the biggest things on my mind was love. I was confused. I didn't know if I truly had feelings for somebody or if I was just so desperate for somebody to like me back.

I'm glad to say I've figured out a lot of things over this summer. At some point, I realized that if a girl (regardless of how much I "liked" her) asked me to be her "boyfriend", I would say no. I am completely sure I would say no. I wouldn't care if she liked me and I liked her. I'd keep it that way to save whatever friendship we had. I would rather have a close friend for a long amount of time than to have somebody more than a friend for a short amount of time.

Confession

Last post I forgot to put my number of the day. This was kindly pointed out to me by a reader and I had conflicting emotions about whether I should change it or not (let's set things straight here though, I did change it). If I changed it I'd feel like this blog was a fake, but there would be a sense of completeness. If I didn't change it, I'd feel like a failure for forgetting, but it's just another part of history. So I changed it. That's my confession. Sorry if you were looking for something bigger than that.

I am a 7 today. This morning I was feeling a lot worse (probably around a 2), but it goes to show what time and great people can do to you. Anyhow, thanks for reading through this block of text (must be pretty intimidating). I'll see you in the next post.

"Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers." - Voltaire