Solitary Confinement- Day 2
After starting this blog last night, I realized what an endeavor I've set in front of myself. To post every single day, without remorse for who is reading, regardless of the follower count, and to chronicle my life for the next year and how it changes? All because of one stupid word?
Setting out this morning, I had one true thing in mind, and that was to push myself to write everyday. Not as punishment, but because of the way it pushes your brain to expression. To use this tool, as Eckhart calls it, as a tool to express emotion and thought. How it should be used, in its purest form.
Who would even want to read some teenager from north of Seattle's blog? About his attempts to transform his whole life by simply accepting new opportunities when they arise? I guess we will find out...
Today was a great day. Something has changed inside of me, made me more productive because of the start of this blog. I truly enjoy putting feelings on paper and I hope you all enjoy reading all this.
As for my yes life, today, I made a new friend.
I needed to get some work done on my car today, and taking it to the dealership, I faced the long. dreadful wait while they serviced my car. I wanted badly to watch sports on the TV behind me, but there was a man intently watching the news. I felt trapped, trying to watch the game on my phone.
Texting my father, he goes, "Ask the guy if he wants to watch the Mariners. Most people in there are just staring."
The blog flashes through my head, and I get up and walk to the other side of the couch.
Little did I know I would be meeting one of the nicest and most supportive people I've ever experienced.
I talked with John for about an hour and a half, about everything you can imagine. The game, the final four, the players, many different coaches, legacies, personal sports, golf, basketball, high school, keeping grades high, waterskiing, his children, and his 60 year old college physics teacher.
After the fact, his car got done before mine, and he left. "Good luck, Mr. Ethan."
Today played a very important lesson. Who knew the chances of this man being in the dealership as the same time as me, as well as I would be meeting someone who made my two hour wait feel like 45 minutes?
The chains that bond us are more mental than physical.
I thought I would be trapped for three hours, yet a mere sentence or two later (Do you mind if we switch it to Mariners?) I only had to wait 45 minutes.
Solitary confinement...or was it really? Today's lesson: shyness is often over-exaggerated, and we are more afraid of strangers than we should be.
