Seedy was the word of the day

I found myself in front of this: "describe seedy", and I described it with the help of merriamwebster.com, finding 4 definitions for one word (that's called homograph I think). Seedy can be something that has lots of seeds, something that is run-down, irresputable or slightly unwell. Bliss, for those of us who want to enrich their vocabulary.

The day didn't call much for things that were seedy, albeit it being a homograph (that's a new term for me also, i'm psyched!). I like how everything went today, not at all shabby. I feel like I learned something that I can't quite put my finger on, or just that I don't want to say it aloud because I don't want to forget it (a bit on the supersticiously clingy side). Regardless, I feel good.

I was in a vacation, from myself. The trip kinda sucked, though. I forgot how I liked going to the movies by myself and watching a film and just thinking about the dialogue and the effects and where it was taking me. The nights eating sushi at the bar went away, not making conversation about things I didn't care to talk about.

Last sunday all of this came to happen: movies, dinner, happiness. No nagging, no hissing; just me. I forgot all about that. I noticed how people see me as being something that I'm not, and I remembered how those words are really best left to the wind to carry. The few souvenirs I took are writing, my blog, my photographs and my undying liking for drawing. I discovered that no one is suppossed to get me, I shouldn't ask for miracles. "I am what I am" said Popeye before tooting his pipe; and I agree with that weird version of David. I liked walking home and talking to my family. I'm lucky to keep that thing from my teen years. I used to go with my brother and sister; but they moved on, and so have I.

Steps going back home, walking at my own pace, not listening to anyone talk about anything; just me. I don't get what's not to like.