how did you find me ?

  Woke up early. Cats were squishy and very cute. Took care of them then bounced out, hauled the bike downstairs. Getting the hang of it. Walked it a few buildings to ACPJ, said 'hello' to the traffic officer, and launched myself towards Central Park.

  No words for how much fun I had racing downtown to Brooklyn Bridge. Was going awfully fast and swerving a lot, which was so much fun. If driving is anything like this, maybe I will be a total nightmare on the road. Honestly, I'd rather bike, walk, commute everywhere. I feel better when the vehicle is one with me, and I'm not so sure I'll get that feeling with a car. But, nothing replaces doing, so I'll do, and go get that license. Am grateful Christina offered to come save me from Manhattan if she can fit it between graduation and residency. Love her x.

  There's nothing that makes me feel freer than the wind blowing by as fast as humanly possible. I rarely feel lonely when I am in motion, and so, I'm left to running all over the continent I suppose. So, the skyscrapers swung overhead and the plants and glass windows rushed by, and I sped as fast as the jocks were going, and sometimes faster, and I felt, like I could go anywhere with enough determination, which is the truth in my book. There is little I have not done with the belief that I could. At least, that is where it starts. Hope is a very human feeling, and to me, the same as being alive. I feel a lot of people are empty because they have lost that spark. When I was looping on the Brooklyn Bridge, I saw the water shimmering in the early morning sun, and the cars shaking by, and isn't that a dream for someone who has lived my life? There was a small kid with his father, and I hoped he would remember this moment, too.

  Chatted with my neighbor when I got back. I appreciate him looking out for me. He told me about doing the full bike route himself a few years ago. I'm glad he also has that glimmer in his eye. He knows how to be alive. What a rare thing in this day and age, I feel. His mother's plants are coming along nicely. I shuffled my bike back up and having done the full lower loop faster than I expected, I decided to go to Ringo and meet up with friends as usual.

  Arrived and shared my bike experience with my friends. The guys were instantly aggravating, asking me why I made so-and-so decision, so on and so forth, and then they wonder why I find them such major pain in the asses. Just because you would not make the same choices as me, why the fuck does it matter? Can't you enjoy that I enjoyed myself? Men are so full of shit. Every year I get older, the more egotistical they get lol. What a miserable life perspective. No wonder they all seem to have meltdowns in their fifties. What happened to men? Were they always so awful?