...surfing (well trying to, on tiny waves) after work today....nothing but the sound of waves crashing...I realized how much better I like just being alone out there...nothing but me, my board, the ocean. It was nice. It's a place where you can talk to yourself, and no one has a possibility of hearing you. But unlike this blog or my office, when I talk to myself out there it feels like...someone (thing?) is listening. Is it the pull and swell of the waves? Is it the rolling crash of the breakers? It is the cry of those damned seagulls? (Which BTW you are NOT SUPPOSED TO FEED! - and then those idiots wonder why they have bird shit all over their stuff....grrr) I don't know, but it almost like in a place like that you can sense that she...he...it ...is listening, however indifferently to you plight. Sometimes that is all you need. Someone to listen. Not with any input or solutions, just a ready ear.

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