The Human Connection

What a weekend. I spent yesterday working at a to-be-unnamed farm in the southern part of this lovely state. It is an interesting place, owned by a person who I am not a huge fan of. He treats people like property and I am definitely not okay with that. I had never officially met him before yesterday, but I'd heard a lot about him from two people who work there a lot more than I do. He really is a first class A-Hole. Bad enough to merit capitalization. 

When I first met him he didn't really speak to me... it turns out that's because he thought I was 17 or so. When he found out that I had mad experience in the gardening department and was almost 27 however, he couldn't talk to me enough. It was the kind of sickly sweet talk that makes the bile rise in the back of your throat. It was definitely a challenge for me to not tell him off before I left there yesterday, even though he offered me a full-time summer job there if I only lived closer... There would certainly be benefits, but he is one gigantic negative. 

He is one of those people who will never have a genuine connection with other people. A very dear friend of mine who has to deal with him on a daily basis has made the observation and prediction that his punishment for treating people the way he does is that he will die alone and no one will mourn him. I completely agree and see no reason anyone would be sad to see him go. 

On the topic of connections however, it is really amazing to me how certain people just have those connections. There are synapses that fire between two brains and forge a bond that lasts for years and years over insane distances with very little actual communication. One of those situations where all you have to do is think about the other person and it keeps the relationship alive. Not everyone is lucky enough to have that privilege and it certainly is a privilege. For the longest time, I thought it was just me and my imagination, but it turns out that is just not the way. Maybe my psychic powers are as strong as the Band teacher at school told me they are. Pretty neat, huh? 

3,652 days

give or take 

for leap year accuracy.

I have stewed

and thought

and wondered - 

doubting myself all along the way

only to discover

I should have pushed away

the doubt

and gone with 

my gut.