Tragically Flawed

This morning on my way to work, as I was pulling out of my apartment complex, I noticed a car roll to a stop a few feet away from me. I was confused at first until I realized that the reason they had stopped was because there was an overweight woman on one of those motorized wheelchairs in a slouched position in the middle of the IN entrance to my complex.

She was fine, but I immediately felt guilty for not noticing her. She looked at my car as I pulled away and I think she thought I was stopping for her, too. I didn’t.

This made me wonder how often I must pass by things in life without even noticing them. What have I missed being so trapped in my own thoughts? If only there was a way to rewind life – not so I can change anything, but so that I could see what I missed.
I hate bringing this up, but it got me thinking about when Trace cheated on me. I wonder if the signs were all there, but I had been so caught up in my head that I missed them all.

This eventually had me thinking about tragic flaws in different characters in novels I’ve read. I started thinking about my tragic flaws and I realized that thinking too much was one of them. I’m extremely unobservant, but at the same time I am. I notice insignificant things sometimes and get caught up in them – completely missing out on other things. Maybe unobservant is the wrong word. Maybe I tend to focus too much on things, so much so that I block out everything else.

I think I have a problem. I think I think too much.

Monday night was spent with my two wonderfully hilarious girlfriends: Meg and Tricia. They are both polar opposites of each other and of myself, but I think that’s why I adore them so much. It was nice to have girl time when I spend so much of my time with Trace.
Meg is married to a really sweet and hard working guy who I loved the first moment I met him. He’s really short – unlike Meg who is two inches taller than me. The first thing I noticed about him was how he always has his hands shoved in his pockets. He also does this thing when he talks, he rocks back and forth on his heels. His mannerisms make him seem shy, but he isn’t in the slightest. I always thought that was interesting.
Meg is moody. That is putting it nicely. Normally, I don’t get along well and can’t be around people who are cynical, but she is in a very amusing and funny way. She’s not a mad moody, she’s a light moody. Maybe moody is the wrong word, maybe not. I’m not very good with words. Anyway, Meg is probably one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet without realizing it. I’m not just saying that because I’m her best friend, I would label her the same if I had just met her. Anyone would and does. She’s the type of person that people stare at when she walks through a mall, but never approach her. She’s not at all approachable so she doesn’t buy it when I tell her how attractive she is.
Tricia is addictive. She is the type of person that can talk to anyone, anywhere, anytime and instantly make you love her. I’ve always felt privaleged to be one of her best friends. Tricia is the one who gets approached when we go out because she is constantly smiling (now you understand why I adore her). I wouldn’t say she’s technically good looking – and I can admit that because I’m her best friend.

Anyway, the three of us made dinner (they drank wine – ick) and watched a couple Jane Austen movies. We updated each other on what was going on with our lives. Meg and Evan (her husband) are trying to have a baby – it hasn’t been going well, but it’s only been three months. Tricia started “seeing” someone she met at a grocery store. I told them about Jaime and how great I think he is. I told them they absolutely had to meet him – I knew they would all love him as much as I did. I even hinted to Tricia that she may want to hook up with him, but she’s currently infatuated with grocery guy.

We made plans to go to The Lounge – our favorite weekend hang out – on Friday night. I promised to invite Jaime.

Beyond that nothing more really has happened this week. I spoke to Jaime on the phone for a little while last night. He asked me a few things about the logo and website and promised to have it done by Sunday. I invited him to The Lounge. He said he’d try to make it.