Shabbat

100th post, huzzah!

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For the first time in a long time, I've been resting -- truly resting, and it feels wonderful. I just spent the day (mostly) asleep, and have just woken up feeling refreshed. Amazing.

I got the job at Starbucks, and I spent a majority of the day yesterday flipping out about how little money I'd be paid. It took quite a bit from Dad and Mom and Sunny to convince me that everything would be alright: I would just take what I had at the moment, and then keep looking, while saving money, and being clean and healthy and... just, living; it's a hard thing to do after being used to getting anywhere between fifty to 100 dollars a day just for showing up and looking good, but it will suffice for now.

People-wise, I've spent quite a bit of time with Sunny. I've met her fantastic room mate, California, and a good friend of Sunny's named Julie. Last night we went to the Bahia to celebrate Julie's boyfriend's graduation, and I stayed the night in a $4000 room. The view out the back was the beach, and we could walk out anywhere on it. There were two steam-boats in the bay as well, right outside our door, so we had quite a good time. At first I thought I didn't want to make any friends for a long time, but seeing as how I've already met a few people (such as Jessi's new boyfriend, Nate, who is awesome, and probably my surfing buddy), I think I'm starting to enjoy it. Being alone is one thing. Being alone and recuperating is another. While I've recuperated somewhat from my injuries, I've learned that I had actually done a lot of that healing back in the town I left behind, and I miss those friends and lovers I had around me so dearly sometimes, it makes me wonder if I ever should have left at all.
Of course, then, I laugh, and wave my hand at the funny thought as if to disperse it from all existence.

One thing I am trying to learn, however, is how to accept people the way they are. There are some things I've come across already that I have trouble with. I'm shocked at how people's views are so black and white around here. It may have been beneficial to grow up in such a town where the lines are so faded between right and wrong; good and evil have no definite forms there. The people who are so good, are really creatures of darkness, and the people who are seen as evil, are probably the most realistic and loving people anyone could ever have around them.
Here, things are either right or wrong, good or bad, gay or straight, drama or mellow, lies or truth. And there are even people who feel like things have to be talked over to exist, and they can't just exist without their acknowledging it. What a strange world I've fallen into... Or, as Alice would say,

Curiouser and Curiouser.