Friday night

I drove home last night from a lovely dinner with Farmor (my grandma). I like to take the long way home sometimes, when I feel particularly not excited to go home, feel like listening to music in the car, or want to avoid the lights and noise of busier streets. Shuffle played an excellent compilation last night--which is always a plus. Sometimes it's like Shuffle knows me. Like, knows me knows me. Creepy.

Maybe it was the end of a long week. Maybe my period is on its way. Who knows. But I could not stop crying. This is not something extremely unusual. But last night, my tears were overwhelming me because there were too many things making my heart break. I hate it when I get sad about really big problems, or the human condition (which is a really big problem), or all the meanness in the world. I got sad about these things:

- people hurting each other
- people being selfish
- all the people who are lonely
- when people can't listen
- people who don't love themselves
- people who try to control others

I can't write it all, because I don't remember some of it. Or I just don't want to be sad all over again, today, on a beautiful Saturday.

So I will remember dinner with Farmor. And how she makes me laugh. And how she bought me the cutest little plaid dress for my Birthday. And how, whenever I go over to see her, she always has little "projects" for me, like typing up recipes or emails or putting the pictures in her computer into a folder. These things make me happy.