I have this thing when I walk.

I look down as I walk.

I look down, watch the ground, don't look up. I have done this for as long as I can remember. I have memories of walking around my junior high school, looking down, looking up briefly and seeing so many faces, and immediately looking back down.

My usual focus is around 3 meters in front of me, not at my feet. This is mostly when I walk by myself. If I'm holding my cutie's hand, then I look up as a walk (for the most part, not always, though).

While my looking-down walking technique is sometimes fruitful (I believe I have found more money on the ground than any of my friends, mostly because that's where I'm looking), it isn't where I want to be looking.

Let's just call this situational irony, shall we?

As I was sitting around this morning, working (I know, shock), Kate texted me, "Hiya." After my typical "Hi hi hi!", Kate told me that Liza was playing ultimate at the local middle school, did I want to swing by?

H to the F'ing YES. So many reasons YES. I think the least was that, geez, how many times did Liza sit around watching Kate and me play ultimate? MANY MANY TIMES. The most was because, omg, this person who first had a disc in her hand when she was 3 days old is playing ultimate omg yay! Besides, I hadn't seen her in a year, and wanted to say hello. I put away work and zipped over to the school.

I didn't recognize Liza.

She is 5'11" tall. Let's just think about that for a second: a year ago she was my height. Now she towers over me. And likely isn't fully grown.

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