Welcome To Crazy Town

I do not count this as a post,

I simply needed a place to store an idea. I doubt it will ever be seen by the ones I want it to be seen by. But I post it not as an attempt to reach them, but rather a general utterance. So if you happen to see this, I’m sorry I did not wish to offend. It is an explaination of multiple things. They aren’t explicitly stated here but to those who know what to look for everything will be revealed……

Pauline is probably the sweetest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. She always knew when to be goofy and when to be serious and she could always make me smile no matter how bad things got. She is spontaneous and we could talk about anything for hours at a time about nothing. She never took anything too seriously and was very laid back.
We shared running. We used to go out together on runs that would go for several miles, exploring every place we could.
I met her randomly one day, I always liked telling that story. At the beginning of my junior year before school had started, we were having summer cross country practice.
The person running our practice (Lisa, who lives in SF and goes here and I have known her for forever) had to go off somewhere that day so I was in charge. I decided we needed a vacation and we should all go to great america. That day we were all ready to go when a green car pulls up and out jumps a red headed girl wearing a blue hat, white shirt, and black shorts. She comes out to me over on the track (I was making sure nothing was taken out) and asks if this was Cross Country. I told her this exactly, “Um yeah it is, but you picked a really bad day cause we are all leaving to great america right now. Soooo bye……”
And I just kinda left.
That was the first time I had actually spoken to her and that’s the story we would always tell about how we met. How I ditched her for and amusement park and we would laugh about it. In reality we had met several months earlier. In my sophomore year I missed school one day because I was waiting for the cable guy. I decided to go to the britton middle school track practice and play tag with them. She remembered me as the crazy high school that made them play games and I remember her as the crazy little red head who was a pain in the butt to catch.

Being with her, made me feel like I had no troubles or worries. The world felt perfect somehow. I was so in love with her.