Poem - Close Enough

A glance by your hand that compelled me to shiver.

This memory that plagues my thoughts,
And will impress me far more
Than any other thing you have done.
It outweighs that of our first embrace,
A thought that is more surreal.
It is since lost in the fog of my mind
Like how the world lost us then.

But when you are barely there,
Vivid is my image of you;
Fueled by my desire to be near,
And forgotten when you are here.

Stuck At Work to Avoid Traffic

There are times when I don't feel like dealing with the drive home on Friday afternoons. My commute from work back to my house in Corona is not a terribly long one. However, it does have its problems. The freeways I drive through are packed with people who are just as eager as I am to start off their weekend. And I always have to watch out for those individuals who decide to pay more attention to their itinerary than watch the road. Driving on Friday evenings is a two to three hour affair for a thirty mile drive. Again, not terrible consideroing what others go through, but there are other things I'd rather be doing. When I get home, I end up feeling drained. I would end up spending that night passed out on the living room couch when I would rather party it up till Saturday morning.

When I have one of those Fridays, like today, I usually try to find something to do in and around Tustin, the area where I work at. When I'm inclined to spend a little money, I visit the nearby shopping center. I'm really big on gadgets and books, so I'm glad that The Market Place has a Best Buy and a Barnes and Noble. Even if I don't have much money to spend, drooling over a big screen HDTV or "previewing" the latest in fiction (meaning reading the whole thing without paying for it) is always a nice diversion compared to banging my head on my steering wheel.

But today I don't feel like participating in rampant consumerism. So right now I'm stuck at work. Each of us has a key to lock up, so my boss didn't have a problem with me staying here. It's weird to see this place empty, even though there are only four employees total here. The pressure to get work done had dissipated after the final person (other than myself) had left. Without that aura, my workplace has taken a whole different kind of atmosphere. It's a more relaxed one in an area that's meant to promote activity. To be honest with you, it creeps me out.

Still, it's better than dealing with traffic. I'm not on the clock so I don't get paid for it, but it's still worth sticking around here. At least I have internet access to keep me company. I'll stay here until that creepy feeling completely takes over, then I'm running out scared.

OMG It's a Blog!

I always love first posts because I never have anything to say. I can't talk about anything that happened to me today. Nor could I express my opinion on something. It just doesn't feel right. If I were to talk about these things in my first post there would be this feeling of emptiness.

It's like pretending that there was never a beginning. Sometimes I'll go through someone's blog or forum post, talking about their formula to make people immortal or whatnot, and wonder "Hey! This person's pretty smart, I wonder what she or he is like. I bet I can find it in the first post!". And when I see that their oldest post details their plans to find a cure for cancer, I find myself disappointed. Sure, it's possible that they've had other blogs to hone their craft, and it's still indicative of what they were like way back when. However, I'd like to know things like this in a more concise manner.

Opening posts like this one let us know where you came from. It doesn't necessarily have to be long, nor have much detail. But it does give one the sense of a beginning (or another beginning if you've done this before). While it doesn't necessarily set the whole mood of the blog, it does give us a more clear idea of who the poster is. For example, by the time you've come to this part of the blog, you probably figured that I'm an egotistical moron who obviously doesn't have anything to contribute to modern human society and likes to create blogs just to chastise those who create blogs in a manner that doesn't suit him.

I would prefer that you didn't think that way of me. I'm just writing this opening post because I really don't have much to say. Hopefully I'll be able to post something meaningful in the future.

But now that's all done I'd just like to say one thing: I'm glad to be here. I'm sure we'll have fun.