I was looking for a muse...

Realizing it has been some time since my last post I have been searching for a muse. Something to inspire the creative spark, to spur on the writing bug to bite -- for no other reason than I hope this blog and the family website maintain a dichotomous relationship. I was coming up blank -- nothing and I mean NOTHING was happening that was blog worthy...until tonight...

We made the trek to Pearland to have dinner with my parents and sister (Kristen rarely comes home -- between work and finishing school and finding a job -- so her visit prompted the trip). The fam made its way to the Pearland watering hole that my father has been visiting since he moved to Pearland in 1968, the place that my family frequented weekly until I left for college (the trips continued only I was absent): Juanito's. Juan's -- as it's affectionately called by my folks -- is a quaint little eatery where you can get Mexican food and for old-time Pearlanders still see people you recognize. I digress...we had finished a somewhat quiet dinner (Jack and Sam were there) and were on our way out when I ran into an old high school friend, his wife, newbaby and in-laws. Here is where it gets interesting...

This particular "old friend" actually used to be a boyfriend -- for about 2 months my freshman year (we started dating around Homecoming and had broken up before my birthday). We were in band together and remained friends after the break-up, obviously reserving some time for wounds to heal. I moved on and began dating someone else and eventually my "friend" found a new girlfriend (who is now his wife). She hated me back then -- with a passion that was and is unrivaled -- and I never really knew why. Life happened and we all moved on. I went to TAMU, met Luke, got married, had babies, etc.

***pause for an interruption....ugggghhhh gotta get the rhythm back...***

Anyway....I haven't seen this "friend" nor his wife in literally years, as in 8 years... When we ran into these folks tonight I honestly thought that all that high school crap would be gone. I knew she didn't like me then but seriously who holds on to that kind of garbage?? Apparently my "friend's" wife does that's who. She saw me and you would have thought she had smelled rotten meat the way her face contorted. My "friend" (I'm using quotes because can you really call someone a friend you haven't seen in 8 years and who you never talk to ??) wanted to stop and show off his son but his wife had different plans as she wheeled that baby away as fast as she could.

So here's my issue -- after all these years who really holds on to high school crap? I can honestly say there is not one person that I had an issue with in high school that I still have an issue with now -- mainly because I don't see those people anymore so what's to worry about, be angry about... Haven't we all moved on? Seriously...all of this happened when I was 14 years old and apparently still merits rude behavior. Haven't we all matured to the point that we realize we were DUMB at 14 so what bearing does anything that happened have on today???!!??

Obviously I got all kinds of fired up about this...less about her behavior because really -- I don't care -- like me, love me, hate me-- it has no lasting effect on me (especially since it will probably be another 8 years before I see them again...) but more about people's inabilities to move on, grow up, get on with life. I'm simply incredulous about the entire situation. I just don't understand lasting judgment of another person like that...it really boggles the mind <-- that was a grammatically terrible couple of sentences by the way; just consider it a stream of consciousness...

So I'm moving on and getting on and all that garbage -- and being thankful for a muse.

One more note: According to Jack, God holds your hand always so that when you cross the street you don't get hit by a car, or eaten by a crocodile or hit with a rhinoceros's sorn (yeah...apparently a cross between a horn and a sword...). Now you can all sleep well knowing this tidbit of wisdom...