Mostly Semantics

Hello readers. I’m new but I’ll save proper introductions and just start writing in hope that you’ll get to know me though the blog here. This was actually written a few days ago. Enjoy, or not.

So I run, almost perpetually. I don’t mean that I come home after work and hit the streets, though that happens from time to time. I mean that on my way somewhere a walk will turn into a brisk walk and eventually a full run. This happens even if I’m tired and don’t feel like it, or in flashy new threads, or in uncomfortable shoes, etc., etc. To an extent, I can’t help it. This is insane. I’m not particularly proud of this compulsion and I hide it from all but my best friends, so my spontaneous running takes place only when no one is looking.

Today I was walking to the metro and it started to rain. I pulled out my umbrella, which I realized I’ve had ever since I purchased it in Ljubljana, Slovenia. Umbrellas are like pens to me. I’ll get a nice pen and lose it immediately, but every now and then I’ll pick up a pen and manage to hang onto it through a remarkable number of situations where it could easily be lost. This is the exactly the case with this umbrella. It’s been to Greece, Italy, Albania, Croatia, the Czech Republic, Japan and South Korea (and more); it’s managed to survive 5 moves; and it has remained intact for the duration.

Anywho, the compulsion eventually took over so I put my umbrella away and started to run. Almost immediately I stepped in huge puddle. Suck. At the exact same spot this evening I saw a friend who was on her way to dinner. I was coming home from the gym, and was dressed accordingly, so she complemented me on my overall buffness. Rad. I guess that’s [insert reference: title].

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