Earlier this evening, I was certain that this day would rank somewhere on my list of worst days ever. I returned to work today after a nearly two month hiatus, and almost everything that could possibly go wrong did; I dropped dishes, people got mad at me for serving them slowly, I thought I caught someone's cold, I felt like shit, I hated life. After work, I walked from there to the train which I use to get home. However, en route, my parents decided to pick me up and yell at me. Apparently, out of the goodness of their heart, they decided to randomly pick me up from work. Only, they came a half-hour early, and told my boss to tell me that they were waiting for me, and my boss is probably the world's most forgetful dork ever. So, suffice it to say, I left without them, and made the half-hour walk from work to the Rosemont train station, without realizing that my parents were waiting for me, and without my parents realizing I left until quite some time afterward. Anyway, so my parents picked me up, and took out my boss's stupidity on me (and also mentioned my poor SAT scores, which they apparently got that day). This, of course, made an already bad day even worse. I kindly asked my parents to leave me alone; as I said earlier, I already felt like shit, and my original plan was to take the train, walk home from the station, and go to sleep. My parents then proceeded to say "Hey, at least you're not walking home", to which I replied something to the effect of "Maybe I want to walk home." They took this the wrong way, and said something to the effect of, in a rather annoyed fashion, "Oh yeah? Why don't you?" I then replied, "I don't know, why don't I?" At which point, in an act of craziness, I opened the door to our minivan and jumpd out - as it was moving (albeit, at a less than 10mph pace) - and proceeded to walk home. My parents promptly apologized, begging me to get back into the car, but I proceeded to walk, mostly ignoring them. The pleads then turned into threats, which I continued to ignore - as I walked and as they followed - which soon turned into resignation. They finally gave up and drove off, at a point halfway between the Radnor library and the Middle School. So, I walked home, in a very, very slow fashion, took a rest stop at Minella's and had coffee and cheese cake, and then proceeded to walk home. Finally got home, sat on my porch for nearly an hour, and listened to the wind.
It's funny, because somehow, the whole walk and wind-listening just made everything better, and my horrible day managed to end on a high note. My mom finally found me out on the porch, and was so surprised by my good mood that she was certain that I took some drugs. But (believe it or not ;-)) I didn't; as cliched as it might sound, I actually felt as if I was "high on life." When she was finally satisfied that I was not, in fact, stoned, she apologized, and told me to go to sleep.
Amen to wind. Amen to walks in the cold. Amen to life.