The Magic 8
I am not having a very good week. I have been stressed out about a variety of different things this week, and it was really starting to take its toll on me by last night. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I didn’t feel like watching the NCAA games. I kept opening browser windows, but I couldn’t think of a website that I even wanted to read. I had no desire to play video games. Just completely stressed out and nothing to do about it.
I don’t know what it was, but it is the kind of night that would make you believe in some sort of higher power. Maybe the sun and moon were aligned. That combined with a specific wind coming out of the northwest? I don’t know.
There are exactly 8 people in this world that I know, not counting family, whom I hold in the absolute highest regard. These 8 people know me better than anyone else. They all happen to be brilliant and beautiful people, and based on different life experiences, they have come to be friends of mine. The funny thing about it is that most of these 8 people don’t know any of the other 8. They live in different geographic locations, but even if they all did live in the same city, I don’t know that their paths would cross.
That is what makes last night so amazing. I was pretty low. I wasn’t feeling good about anything, and my phone rang. Just randomly, one of the magic 8 called to “catch up.” I ended up talking with this person for a while, and I felt a lot better. Then, as if my feelings had been turned into some sort of a “bat signal” type beacon that all my friends could see, my phone rang again. A second member of the magic 8 called me and we talked for about 2 or 3 hours.
So, I am thankful that these people exist. I am thankful for their insight, and that they actually care to keep in touch with yours truly. Last night I was thankful for the coincidence or whatever it was. I hope everyone has a magic 8, or a magic 1,345,678.
(If you do happen to have a group of 8, you will have to call them the “great 8″ or something. The Magic 8 is taken, and patents are pending.)
Comments



ok, this has nothing to do w/the post, but…the new sketched pic of you makes it look like you have a mullet. that’s it. nothing deep or philosophical as i have been having a hell week as well.
I didn’t see that in the picture, but now that you mention it. For the record, that was an actual picture of me at one time. I spent about 2 hours changing it though. I don’t know exactly what it means, but I had a lot of fun working on it, sketching over and around it.
Holy blast from the past, Batman!
I do a search trying to find your phone number and end up at this righteous site. I’m actually home in Cleveland on business…gonna try to give you a call soon, Craig. If any of you old school fools need to reach me, my email’s ACGavhane@aol.com. Peace.
~Amar