sidewalks

05/01/12

Sidewalks

So. Something weird happened. Ryan, Seb I know you’re reading this please dont freak out. Nour and I were in the city over the weekend and while she went into that Indian tea store I walked around the block a little.

At least, thats what I intended to do. Next thing I knew I was blinking my eyes open at the sky looking up at someone standing over me on the sidewalk.

I passed out okay?

I’ll admit, I’ve been feeling, odd. I’d chalked it up to a cold or something but I’ve never passed out from a cold before.

Seriously Seb, before you yell at me for keeping it secret- I’ve already called the doctors and made an appointment… I was gonna ask if you could drive me on wednesday?

Anyway it got me thinking in my weird little way— about the memories of sidewalks. How many people pass over them. People walking, smoking, sleeping, getting sick, falling down, dogs, ants, wouldn’t it be interesting if the sidewalks could remember.

Hehe, think about it, this blog could be a sidewalk really. You can use it to get one place to another, and everyone who passes through

has their own unique and interesting story. Maybe I kinda can be the sidewalk. (I swear I dont mean that in a please walk all over me way)

So! operation sidewalk!

joking- but I did think “what if the visitors of this site could leave a thought or a memory? and so I’ve finally set up a guestbook!

I love these on other sites— just a place to leave a note :)

So if you’ve read this far- check it out!!

Edited 05.07.12:

Well okay. Results are back. Seb gave me a lift to the doctors, and when he asked how it went I… I couldn’t tell him. I said it was fine! that there were no worries… but I just got a call and… I’m sick.

God damnit why?

Some sort of muscle dystrophy sometihing something. I didn’t tell them Dad’s last name, so I don’t think they can even reach out. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.