Today,
I am recovering from one of the best football experiences of my life. As a part
of my recovery I decide to do my river reflection (YAAAAAY). I’m sitting at a
small complex right along the trinity, right next to “Woodshed.” There are
people outside on the patio eating but low music is playing. I only hear light
conversation, snare/bass, and insects.
One
group of kids ran by and they were trying to see who can run faster. There were
two boys and one girl. They all acted the same, but the girl was the tallest. I
still think that they are all the same age because at certain points during
child hood girls are taller. This is just a fact of life. Seeing this got me
thinking about what girls think when they happen to be taller than boys during
child hood. Do girls see the boys as inferior for being shorter? Do they boys
see the girls as superior? What happens when a boy hits his growth spurt and he
comes back from summer vacation towering over a girl that was previously taller
in May?
This
train of thought got me thinking about what does a grown woman (atleast 18)
think of a shorter man? From my experience with female friends a taller female
will usually not give a shorter male the time of day. Let alone let him “spit
game” at the girl. So women, what do you think of a shorter man, and how short
is too short? I would be fine with an
0.5 to 1 inch margin if the girl was taller than me, but would she give me a
chance?
Anyways,
now a bunch of people are riding by on their bicycles. This makes me think
about my bike, propped up on the bench behind me.
I
recently got this bike. I seriously contemplated buying one over the summer,
but I could not make up my mind as to whether I should actually go and buy one.
Then I attended Lit and Civ II for the first time and I saw “ride bikes along
the Trinity River” on the syllabus and that was the last domino to fall. A few
weeks into the semester I went to “performance bikes” off of Hulen and
purchased a Diamond Back bike. I’ve enjoyed it so far. It save’s a lot of time
as well. There is only one bad thing with having a bike and going to TCU. For
my morning classes, I cannot ride it. There is just too many people and too
little space. If I do ride it in the morning there is a lot of stop and go as well
as swerving. This campus does not seem like it was designed to have many bikes
riding around it. So I just enjoy the benefits of my bike in the PM.
As
I thought about this I see something moving in the water. It was a Nutria. I
recognized it because Mary Lauren and I saw one during our canoe field trip. It
slowly paddled by and my iphone 4s died as soon as I tried to take a picture.
(NOOOOOOOOO) But luckily I felt like my iphone would die and brought my usb
cord and laptop. So I give it enough charge to power on. Then I go searching. I
find it along the bank and I snap the lowest quality picture known to man. I’ll
attach it to this entry. Hopefully when you see it, you believe me.
It’s
pretty dark now and some musicians begin to start playing at woodshed. After
they play a few songs the person playing the string bass looks at me and says
“hey man this one’s for you.”
He
begins to play “Sittin’ On the Dock of the bay” by Otis Redding. I really
enjoyed listening to this song but now it is time for me to go because
mosquitoes are attacking me and my computer.
Nutria?
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