Then yesterday happened. It was one of those days that was good, uplifting, frustrating, and disturbing. So many emotions, all in one day. I suppose that's life, though. If it were any less, it would feel fake.
Ammon and I discussed fake friends and secret friends, and how the worst thing you can do to someone whose company you enjoy is relegate them to the role of your "secret friend". That person who you love to talk to and be around, but only when no one else is paying attention. I know I have been placed in this position before, and I just felt so... honored that the person wanted to be my friend that I took what I could get. That anything had to be better than nothing, right??? Now that I'm older, I realize that this "amazing person" that I want to be friends with really sucks at life. If they can't be my friend all the time, they have no business being my friend any of the time.
The leaves in CO are changing head of schedule. Usually, they don't change until October. But I couldn't pass us the opportunity to show you this foliage, and I stopped everything today to capture this for you.
This is a great example of how CO can't make up its mind! We have bare trees, trees with turning leaves, and trees that are still totally green. Weird, but beautiful.
Lastly, both uplifting and disturbing... my business law class is taught by a judge for the local district court. He's really old, and most people in town ask if he's even still on the bench. Like I said, old. For class this week, one of our topics was ethics. It was probably my favorite topic he has lectured on, because he kept talking about "old timers", and the phrases his parents and grandparents used when talking about ethical matters. I loved it, because it was so much more applicable and worthwhile than all of the other junk that is taught in ethics these days. However, we also talked about the Bill of Rights tonight. I try to avoid politics on this blog, but I will say this: I am a huge proponent of the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights, as they are written. The class is taught lecture style, but we can usually sneak in a question or two. I asked a couple of questions to kind of go deeper into what he was talking about. Both times, he complimented me on asking good questions. Then, at the end of class, he said this to me: "How is it that you know so much about this? Do you work in the field? You intrigue me..." Dude. I did not want to catch this man's attention and "intrigue" him by any means. What he meant as a compliment does not spell happiness for me, more of concern. I don't like to stand out in classes. I sit in the middle, just so that I can hide if I need to. But for whatever reason, I feel compelled to ASK the tough questions in this class, and that has made me the target. Shoot.
Well, that's all I want to talk about for now. Guess I'll be on my way to bed, because it's ten at night, and I'm not a spring chicken anymore. Peace out, home-skillets.