what's right in front of you. . .
sometimes i have a problem not seeing what's right in front of me. i mean that both literally and figuratively. the other night in the kitchen with JJ i couldn't find the wine opener. i opened all of the drawers, looked in every room of the house, texted my roommates, and was about to bother my neighbor for his when JJ got up, looked in one place and said 'it's right here'. you know when you make an assumption about something and you just believe it so much you don't see anything that's proving it wrong?
that seems to be a reoccurring theme this week. a few weeks ago i went out with a boy and during the night he had a mission to take our photos in a photo booth.. as soon as they popped out of the machine i took a look than he quickly stuffed them in his pocket. i thought that was cute. weeks after that night, after a lot of bad had transpired between us I thought about those photos and how they remained somewhere as evidence of something. a moment in time, a freeze frame of us at the height of anticipation and of course I wondered where they were, what he did with them, why he stuffed them in his pocket so quickly.
last night i came home and upon opening the fridge i saw a strip of photos. let me preface this by saying a few months back i cleared the fridge of all the junk it had been gathering for years, old photos, worn magnets, pieces of paper that had long lost their meaning-- all that remained was a new set of photo magnets a friend had given me. than i noticed the photo booth pictures. they were from that night and were held on the fridge with my friends magnets. three frames were hung the one with us kissing in it was gingerly torn out. at first i freaked out and wondered how he had gotten in the house to put those photos up but than Alison said they had been there for weeks. how had i never noticed them?