Weird things come in threes
The weirdest thing has been happening lately.
I have been overcome with this gigantic, humongous desire to go to California.
Since when have I craved California? And not just California – but SOUTHERN California? This is so unlike me. I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Other things have been changing, too. There is the obvious (I run stupid distances by myself on the weekends) – but there are also some new transformations that I feel like mentioning.
Peas ruin everything. I suppose that I have never been a huge proponent of peas, anyway, but last week, I made the decision that I never want to taste another pea again.
I feel kind of shy. My introversion has never equated shyness before, but here we are. I come into contact with a room full of people that I don’t know, and it feels so scary to say hello to anyone.
And… well, that’s all. I wish that I had three bolded points, because 3 is the best number (um, hello, three notes create a chord, Reduce Reuse Recycle, Three Blind Mice, the Three Little Pigs, and remember a little something called the HOLY TRINITY?) – but alas, I only have two.
But then again, in Vietnam, it is bad luck to take a picture with three people in it – because the person in the middle will soon die. Three strikes and you’re out. You have until the count of 3 before I sock you in the jaw.
I think that this blog just became my third point.