Onyxrising's Journal

Daniel is in town, to examine Portland before a probable move to here. I am quickly remembering the downside of having someone who knew me in highschool around. He's been telling Sven and Jessi embarrassing stories of my fluffybunny phase. Sven is sure to mock me about it, but he won't have the chance before I get the highschool photos of him. (Inga, ask me for those next time he complains about hippies around you.)
I keep getting hit lately by how much of life doesn't depend on hard facts, but the little seemingly insignifigant interpersonal interactions. I suppose given what I do for a living, I shouldn't underestimate those. I was reminded again yesterday morning, when I forgot to buy another week's trimet pass before getting on the train. I made a point of making eye contact and smiling while holding it out to the far inspector. He didn't even look at my pass- just my facial expression.
There's so many other things we do, whether consciously or not, based on the judgements of the people around us rather than what we know to be true.
I am likely rambling. I couldn't sleep last night. While I know it would be in my best interest to shower and down some nyquil, there are video games calling, and my stress level could use them.