The A's have it

One of my cracked up theories I thought about two years ago is something I guess I can dub "alphabet-ology." It's similar in the way that certain numbers can have importance and significance. For me, I suddenly had this vision of all my friends and how I related to them, based on the first letter of their names. It's kind of stupid I know, but it sort of works.

For example, the A's in my life generally are people I am totally extremely different from fundamentally but we always seem to get along famously. Over the past few months, that's been proven yet again as my spirits have recently been buoyed by a handful of (new) A-named friends. It's exciting in that way.

While I've found myself totally unable to commit to any phone conversations longer than ten minutes, the exception to the case has been one friend of a friend that has filled a void in my daily life of good conversation. While we're practically strangers, in a short time we've exchanged a lot of life facts and stories, and been brought together by circumstance and also, happily, writing.

It's rare to find people who read a lot and in this case my friend has read, and reads, so much that it's frankly intimidating and awe-inspiring. She has an affinity for the classics, very few of which I've actually read. And she also digests books in a deep personal way that I wish I could do.

And then another A-named friend suggested that we play a game over email that consists of sending songs back and forth, based on an ever changing series of categories. It's an amazing game and I hope it's something lots of people do, because music plays such an important role in revealing people's thoughts and emotions. It's like looking through someone's iPod but one-ups it by getting little emails that identify the significance of each song too.

"I believe that when you're making a mix, you're making history."
-Rob Sheffield, Love is a Mix Tape-

So these, along with a handful of other email buddies, have shaped my life since coming back to San Diego the past three weeks or so. I've pretty much been a hermit trying to work out what's the next plan of action and I've had little inclination to go anywhere aside from an occasional foray to the movies or onto the basketball court, despite having gorgeous weather and all the time in the world.

It's like a bad San Diego habit I need to shake, this lack of motivation to leave the house for more than an hour or two. Of course, the easiest solution to all this is to get the hell out of Dodge. Which I'm working on.