The Duc Pond

It’s 5:30 AM. Hardy’s birthday party was tonight. I drove all the way home from Mount Laurel. I am tired.

There was this cool guy there (I think his name was Jeff) that got me all riled up about not having to take crap from others. He made a bunch of inaccurate assumptions, but I didn’t correct him, because the stuff he said could apply to other stuff too. I think he likened me to a Peter Parker type figure, someone who may be nerdy and small (physically and socially), but vows to one day show the world what he’s really made of. I kinda do feel that way. I kinda always have. There’s a lot of appeal in hoping that someday you’ll make people sorry they ignored you or didn’t respect you. Maybe that day will come for me, but probably not. In the meantime, I need to do what I can to not irrationally invest my emotional capital in things that have no promise of return.

Anyway, some pictures of the party will be up later today! After a brief sleep.