I shouldn't stay up this late because I am easily distracted at this time - easily distracted by things like facebook, which inevitably reminds me of what I am missing.
So I decided to go to the beach. At midnight. With 50 degree temps. Alone. I figured it would be a good change of environment. I don't necessarily need to be alone because when I am home, I am alone. I just got sick of the four corners of my apartment and decided that a stroll along the beach would be therapeutic. In reality, it wasn't very therapeutic.
The drive to the beach was relaxing though. Nobody was on the road at midnight and I could drive on forever. In fact, the thought crossed my mind to drive all the way upstate. But my sensible half got the better of me and I decided to stick to my plan and just head to the beach.
By the time I get to the beach, pretty much everything there had closed down and it was pitch black, save for some street lights lining the beach. So I walk along the shore, thinking this is sort of cool. It was as if I was realizing a romanticized vision of myself. That didn't last long though.
I must have walked into doggy poo poo territory because the area I was in smelled...like crap. In fact there were signs posted all over the place, warning dog owners to pick up their dog's poo. I must have lucked out since I didn't step in any poo. Not only did the beach stink, there were plenty of...suspicious people hanging out in the parking lots around the beach, exchanging "pleasantries." I wouldn't recommend a girl to come to the beach alone at such a late hour.
Anyways, I figured I drove out here and I'm going to make my effort pay off. Screw the cold weather, the dog poop and the thugs. I strolled along the beach for about an hour before my sensible half got a hold of me again at around 2 AM and forced me back home.
Although the fantasy of strolling down a beautiful beach has been pierced, I don't regret going out there. It definitely was a change in environment and gave me something to write about.
If I had written this yesterday (or more precisely, at 2:30 AM this morning), I most likely would have written a melodramatic diatribe. But now...not so much. Therefore, this post will serve as a reminder of my state of self last night. I really don't know how I feel at this moment so here's a bunny with a pancake on its head.
