to the lighthouse
Craigslist has found me houses and housemates, furniture, and a kickball team. It is my default procrastination once I have checked the blogs of Dave, Kira, Adrienne, Warren, La, Caroline, Nathan, and Mick. I read it all, from the BestOf to the Barter, because it is a crazy and constantly changing community of people looking for and finding things, and more astoundingly of people trying to give things away.
So tonight at 8:30 when I was ready to retire to my room for a quiet night in with Virginia Woolf, I took one quick scan before closing the laptop. I was hoping for a free bookcase, but instead I found Jack. Who was like a free bookcase, but more like a guy visiting from Santa Barbara.
Jack is in Portland this week visiting his sister, except his sister’s gone for a few days. Which was similar to my situation in both Austin and San Diego when CL folks came to my rescue. So Jack and I hit Trendy-third Street. We drank Black Buttes and talked about all the usual stuff, Jungian psychology and systems theory and reincarnation mostly. And Jack believes that there are certain innate personality categories like introvert/extrovert that stick with a person for life. But my first year of college I hid in my dorm room pretending I was tired when Tom and Leslie invited me out, because I was afraid of acting wrong. But now I drive across town to sit at dark tables with people I’ve never met, and we lean in and smile and talk until we're asked to leave, and I learn about lives I don't get to live. And it always feels like exactly what was supposed to happen.
2 Comments:
I often say, "when you're finished, please put the book back in the Jack :)."
Could be a shy extrovert- who peeled off a layer or two of shy...
like an onion. an extrovert onion.
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