I’ve been going through it lately.
To distract myself a little bit, I’m gonna write about something odd i noticed yesterday while driving.
I’m gonna provide a little background on me that’s not really that relevant, but relevant enough to mention, which gives me more time to pretend whatever is happening is happening. Like all this, for example. Though, back to the point or something like that.
I live out what’s basically the border between the Sticks & Civilization. So, although I went to school & played soccer with the city kids, I very much have that country folk in my foundation.
That’s not really too relevant I guess. I just wanted to mention how being caught up in that “in between” mentality makes me feel out of place no matter who I’m with. I’m vaguely aware of how things should work in both settings, but things are just strangely different enough to get turned around no matter where I’m at.
Whatever
In this case, I’ll try to go to the actual point. Basically, while driving home yesterday, I saw a coyote walking on the side of the freeway in the middle of the day.
I’ll try to integrate my “in between” experience with this observation.
The moment I saw the coyote, I got this sinking feeling, saying to myself out loud, “that’s not a good sign.” Coyotes are nocturnal pack animals. Seeing one out alone in the daylight probably means it’s diseased, probably on Death’s door…
A city person probably wouldn’t realize that; thought I’d mention that for someone who isn’t really relevant…
Where was I?
I guess I’ll mention, since I don’t really know where else to go with this, but though I recognize the symptoms of a sick coyote far better than someone from the heart of Columbus, I also recognize someone from Logan understands what that coyote is experiencing than I Am…
♡Sugar☆World☮ 
Writing is always a good distraction.
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