I had Strange Humors (Mackey) running through my head the first few hours of our trip… strange humors indeed. Maybe it was the Jamba Juice I had at the Houston airport, most likely it wasn’t. But I found that the more new things I experienced, the more I felt like I wanted to share the experiences with certain people, and the stronger I actually missed those people in a span of only a few hours. It was weird, I wouldn’t have missed them as much if I had been sitting at home.
It was also events like the following that made me wish for more similar people: On the plane my brother was commenting on the name John Doe and how it’d feel if one was named John Doe… and into my head came a thought about a girl named Chlamydia but I really couldn’t share that with him. I wasn’t feeling up to explaining all that to him in case that particular name hadn’t exactly reached his ears yet.
And of course there was that one incident with the male-voiced GPS.
So that was my TIL, I actually missed things.
