This segment titled Alphabet Soup: The alphabet according to someone with very little shame and a lot of time on her hands was inspired by blogger Mandy Wallace and the Writers of Kern A to Z challenge. Enjoy!
Afternoon, readers! It’s finally Friday and I bet you’re all as excited as I am! Regardless of what you’re doing with your life, Fridays always seem to carry with them an air of joy and freedom that’s hard to deny. It’s a day for doing new things, going on adventures, and getting misplaced.
The weekend I hung out with Liverpool Guy (yes, he’s in this one as well. Don’t judge me!), we spent a lot of time getting misplaced. We weren’t lost exactly, but we also weren’t entirely sure where we were going most of the time. It became a thing for me to ask him if he knew where we were going. He’d say that he knew, it was just that the way there was a bit unclear. In any case, we were headed in the right general direction.
Being misplaced gave us things to talk about and, since we weren’t purposefully heading anywhere, it gave us the time to talk about them. Weird things mind you, like the one creepy street we passed and decided it was clearly where all the serial killers lived. It was something about the lights or lack thereof, I can’t remember. We talked about having no filter, about buildings and advertisements. We moved in a constant state of conversation.
The most memorable time for me happened on Thursday, our first night out. We’d driven to the restaurant and parked in a huge multi-story garage. When it came time to leave we kept driving around in circles because the arrows kept pointing us in weird directions. It doesn’t sound funny, but it was probably one of the funniest moments of my entire trip. We joked about touring the car park and about how scenic it was. How we couldn’t remember what it was like outside the car park. He grumbled about how it was the car park and not his fault, I told him the car park was mocking him. We eventually made it out, teary eyed from laughter and happy to finally be free.
We’re used to fighting the idea of being lost, that feeling of not knowing quite where you are, of being out of your element. We fight the uncomfortable sensation of having failed somewhat, of being aware you’re meant to know where you’re going, of leading people astray. For me, there are times when getting lost has proven better than getting somewhere without incidents or without turning the wrong way. With Liverpool Guy it meant getting to different places in our conversation. With my ex, who I spent time with in Scotland and Spain, it meant seeing beautiful scenery and watching him drive, which I enjoy.
Sometimes, getting lost can be the best thing that can happen. When you finally reach your destination, you reach it with your hands full of memories. You just need to take care to make them good ones.
Let yourselves get misplaced once in a while, readers. You might enjoy it!
Have a good one!