The Day Before I Go Camping

Just a recap of my day. Nothing too big.

There weren't any water bottles in the house, so I had to go to the supermarket at 9 pm to get some. A surprising amount of people shopping at night.

I was at the store buying food with friends today. You know, camping food such as chips, chocolate, booze. Just kidding, no booze. Anyway, we were at the check-out line when the cashier says, "Oh. Yeah, this woman accidentally bought some of your stuff." We were like, What? "Are these your things?" the cashier asked. They were ours. "This woman accidentally bought some of your things. That's why you put the rubber down." What happened was that we had put the rubber bar down after the lady's things, but before the cashier finished checking-out everything, we had picked it up and moved it behind the rest of our things. The cashier seemed a bit annoyed. My friend said to me, "Why is she being so mean to us?" But she wasn't being mean, not really. She was annoyed, definitely, and a bit condescending. I said, "It's okay. Guys, it's okay." I felt like the only adult in my group of friends who reacted appropriately to the accidental situation. It also helped that the lady who bought our things was very, very nice about it, and she perfectly understood the whole thing was an accident. She seemed embarrassed more than angry; she was smiling sheepishly a lot. The lady had to go to customer service to clear the charges on her card, and my other friend had to go with her. After that had been settled, the cashier seemed to relax. We chatted for a bit, friendly even, and that was that.

Packing all these things for camping is really tiresome.

Deadlifted today. New personal record (I think) of 245 lbs. That was cool.

I had a text conversation with someone really cool today. I've known her for years, yet I've never had a direct conversation with her. She's wonderfully special, quite weird, and really cute. She's just about the sweetest thing in the world, and despite her struggles in life, she makes the best of what she has. At her core, a lovely, lively human being. I think you'd like her.
 
It's strange, but I'm not really good at text conversation. Why is that strange? I don't know. Considering my levels of social skills, it shouldn't be surprising.

The only time I text is when I'm planning something with my friends, or when I'm confirming plans. I don't know how to converse with text. It feels like I force everything.

Communicating with people is weird. The method of communication can dictate the boundaries of connection, and when that changes, the connection must adapt to fit the new methods of communication. Otherwise, what? I don't know. Rather, I don't want to really think about it.

This method of communication - blogging - is only one way to get to know somebody. Any worthwhile communication takes time and patience. For me, I try my best to improve - slowly, but surely.