|added Sun February 29 2004 at 7:28 PM
|24 hours of happiness, closer to 24 1/2. Friday night at about 7:00, I got a jump start from Laura. Saturday was pretty good, too. I woke up on time, which is always a rare pleasure. I was rather productive with the errands I needed to run, which basically amounted to a few miscellanious shopping trips. Didn't get any schoolwork done, but I did spend three hours at work. At 6:00, we had the ward activity.
I like skating. It's my favorite physical activity, besides roller-blading. I've spent a *lot* of time roller-blading, practicing various maneuvers. I say that anything I can do on two feet, I can do on roller-blades. I'm not quite sure if that's completely accurate, because I don't know about some of my dance stuff, but the general concept is true. Once I get used to the reaction of the ice, and get over my mistrust of the slippery substance, I can apply a lot of my roller blading skills to ice skating.
For the first bit, I was taking pictures of everybody. Let's have a brief review of things that make Jo-Pete happy: taking pictures, and skating. Taking pictures while skating is wonderful. I should've brought a fourth disk with me, because I started to run out of room so I stopped taking pictures to save space for the group shots that I knew would come at the end.
They had a series of relay races... I had already shown that I was a good skater, but after the race, it was pretty well agreed that I was the best skater there. I didn't care if I was the best, though. I really didn't want to show "superiority." After the race, I was skating around and I noticed that everyone there was skating with people. Lots of friends all having a good time together. Earlier, I had been flitting from one group to the other, but I realized that I just wanted a group of friends to have a good time with.
I had various people come up to me and tell me what a good skater I was, but I didn't need or want praise. I knew that I was good before I got on the ice. It became obvious that I was the fastest when I won the race. But at the end of the time skating, I felt like the loneliest one there. I wish that someone had asked me to join the group picture. I would've refused because I was taking my own pictures of the group, but there was only two people on the ice not in those photos: a miscellanious worker that they grabbed to take pictures, and myself.
I don't want to be the best... I just wanna be cared about. I must give some credit to Ciera, though. I think she noticed the change in mood toward the end, and she did make an effort to offer companionship. I'm sure it was pretty obvious for anybody watching me to see that I went from flitting around the ice from group to group to skating on my own. I don't know what it would've taken to keep me from feeling the way I did at the end.
In the end, though, I must be grateful for the one day. it's been a long time since I've had a full day like that. I needed it. Unfortunately, the week comes again, with all its stresses and trials.