I just spent the weekend with my brother and Adem in Greensboro, NC. It's a nice college town, and it's nice to go someplace with actual places to go hang out, sit in the beer garden and have some sort of food. And it was a gorgeous weekend. But when I got back....
My garden has gone MEGASTUPID!
Alright, well the bluebells are wild in my backyard. But the guy who mows the lawns left them, and I choose to believe that it's because that everyone has some sort of sense of aesthetics, such that they would leave a bluebell alone and NOT weedeat them for God's sake.
Along that same line, I thought a lot about hollow people this weekend, and about some advice I got from a guy I used to know, the same guy that unknowingly created my online moniker: "Sometimes, you think a person is mysterious, and you dig and dig, and open boxes and go on hunts, and then you find out - really - there's nothing there after all."
I think I've done well sifting these people out of my life so far. I would much rather be around people who would let the bluebells grow.
1) I love that in the labels for this post, there is "begonia," but also "nonstop begonia." I don't know why, but I think it's genius.
ReplyDelete2) Hollow people? Word.
I had to take the tags off until I figure out blogger's tag situation! Ahhhhh.
ReplyDeleteAlas. It's still nonstop begonia in my mind.
ReplyDeleteHave you heard the albums "Begonias?" If not, I will be making you a copy soon.