The other day I was sitting in the airport and my mind began to wander. When my mind wanders, anything can happen. In this case, I ended up sending a friend over 30,000 popcorn Emojis in a single text message. Why? No idea. I think their texted ended up being unreadable and their iMessage would shut their phone down every time they tried to open it. I was pleased with the results, so I think I’m going to use that as my new get-back-at-you-for-something-insignificant-that-you-did punishment. Moral of the story: never, ever tell me that my twitter account is “not that funny.”
As I continued to sit, stare, and let my thoughts wander hopelessly, I landed upon a memory from high school that I had not really thought about in a long time. It is also something I have not really told anyone, save for perhaps one or two people back when it happened. It was pretty bizarre but is now one of my fondest memories.
One day, early in what was my senior year, I was having a “whatever,” day. It was one of those days where you are not in the mood so you just keep to yourself and listen to angsty music in between classes. In the latter half of the day, I asked to use the bathroom, which I also used to walk around a bit in the peaceful quiet of the campus. If you are one of my Facebook friends, this story sounds eerily similar to one I posted recently. This one happened months earlier, I swear.
As I was going about my stroll, I saw some squirrels doing their thing. One was chasing another as they ran up and down trees and stuff. I sat down on a bench and watched them. Now, I have had a plenty of animal encounters in which people would say I was “like Jesus or something,” because I have always been good with creatures. I like to think of myself as a sort of modern day Disney princess in this way. Anyway, while sitting there, one of the squirrels approached me. I stayed as still as possible and it RAN UP ONTO MY LAP. My heart was racing because I was freaking out and I didn’t know what to do. It sat there for a few moments and made a few little chirpy sounds. Without moving, I asked the squirrel, “hey, what’s good, chief?” And the squirrel looked up at my face and chirped/squeaked again. Best friends forever. I ended up sitting there with the squirrel on my lap for about five minutes. At some point, one of the counselors walked by and did a double take. They laughed out loud and said, “get back to class, princess.” I moved a bit and the squirrel took off. I mentally named the squirrel Hephaestus and I could SWEAR that the next week while I was walking to class, I made eye contact with him. I didn’t say anything at the time because who is going to believe me when I say, “Hey, I know that squirrel haha LOL.”
Moral of the story: I like animals.