A sparkle in the dark dust
Today, on the way to Debra's house for our political grassroots potluck, Jacob and I were talking about the Strip district since we were going to drive through this lower-income, "scary" area called the Hill district, which was near the Strip district. Jacob wondered as to why there were so many nice restaurants in the Strip even though the Strip was kind of a shady area. I said that maybe since it was known for its lack of attraction or prestige back in the day, the land and building costs were probably cheaper. He kept trying to refute me for some reason or other, I can't really explain as to why he was except for him being earnestly contrary, but I remained to build on my theory, in a more airy sense, you could say. I said, well what if they just started their business ventures and they turned out really nice? "Oh, so you're saying they were surprised their food and restaurant's quality was good? They were just like oh hey! Our food's not so bad!! Nice!" And we both erupted with the purest laughter. I can't even describe the humor of my explanation, but we both found my intonation hilarious. And I kept saying, yeah, like they didn't think about it too much and they're food just turned out fancy! It was a brilliant moment in time, after having a pretty lame weekend of high expectations and lower outcomes (Jam on Walnut, Bernie Sanders rally). We've been in somber moods at times but this was the first time in a long time where we both just genuinely laughing, just playing. It also reinforced the idea that I need to start improv. I'm craving the frivolity of it. I'm shy as hell but I love building upon things based off of tangential yet unrelated thoughts, which seems like what improv is all about. It also made me happy that I could make Jacob laugh. I've been kind of depressed over the fact that our honeymoon period is coming to a close, it seems, and it doesn't look like fun and adventure are anywhere near in sight for me. Novelty is wearing off and neuroticism is kicking back in, as it sometimes does during the summer. But this laughter Jacob and I shared, was reminiscent to the laughs I shared with the one boy that made me forget about the world and my mortality. I loved it.











