Last night was really weird

I very much believe in weird universal signals and last night was chuck full of them. All sorts of weird ass weather came in last night while I was at a play. We had tornados and the city lost power in most places. Then, the play was stopped because of the weather, Evan left to do homework, my purse broke, then my parents didn't have any keys into the house, then I was driving home and the Turtle Creek Mall sign was down and a big giant took the fence of the fairgrounds and crumpled it in his hand and I felt so weird and vulnerable and bizarre all night long. Then, I went home, camped out in the recliner in front of the living room window and listened to The Antlers' Hospice and there were flashes of lights all over the place and Evan was texting me and calling me at 1 to tell me about his car being struck by lightning and then this lightning bolt created a fireworks affect and then I woke up in the middle of the night to a flashlight outside and someone coming into the house that turned out to be my Dad.

I know this is disorganized and doesn't make any sense but I feel the need to record all of these things so as to make sense of why I found last night so ominous and meaningful and awful but at the same time wonderfully interesting AND AND AND!

I like the fact that no one reads this. It makes me feel like I can truly talk about what is going on in my head without altering it for anyone else but myself. It's not that it's really personal. But I think that maybe giving this blog to someone else to see might be this big gift. Or at least to me. Maybe not. Maybe the minute I "give" this blog to someone else to peruse, it will lose something. Instead of this idea I have in my head of it being this soul sharing, giving a piece of myself sort of ceremony, it will instead be something not so special and even ridiculous.

At this point I'm ranting. But don't you ("you" being the great void that is in fact the internet) think this helps? Don't you think that everyone should and really wants to share like this? Not that silly "My grandfather killed himself" kind of sharing but those raw, nonsensical thoughts and thought processes that make all of us weird and strange and unintelligible most of the time.

I'm glad it doesn't make sense. It doesn't need to.