Friendship

Friends, we cannot survive without them. I'm someone who is quiet and rather shy, but I never seem to have trouble meeting new people. I've had friends that I've kept in touch with for years and others whom I recently met. Friends are a necessity in life who we can share experiences, feelings, and laughs with. I'm grateful for the friends that I have and the experiences that I've had with them.
However, using a new tactic with my friends,ithin the last week, I tried to become an Emersonian friend. One thing in his essay that I tried was to take my friendship slow with someone and try to get to know that person more before we become friends. Even though its the beginning of our friendship, I think it will be more fulfilling and long lasting. Another thing I did was that I let out some of my innermost feelings. I told someone about a family crisis that I'm going through right now and how it has affected me. He then told me about a crisis he was having and we learned a lot about each other in that conversation.
Living a day as an Emersonian friend was a challenge on so many levels, but I found it fulfilling and worth doing because I found out more about the people who are around me and how I can relate to them.

Nature Experiment

On Saturday morning, I went surfing in North County. I remember being drowsy from waking up early then feeling surprised when my feet hit the frigid water. Walking towards the spot, I remember the rocks that were sprinkled on the cold sand and how i had to dodge each one. Watching each surfer ride each wave with such glee, I couldn't wait to get out there. As I sit out there, there's a little fog coming over the cliff and hiding the beach from the lineup. I see planes pass by, and birds fly by. They hover ever so gently along the water looking for food. A pod of dolphins swim by, 4 of them, diving down and going up, diving down and going up. I paddle for a wave on my green quad and catch a wave all the way in jumping out the back. I'm exhausted. I paddle out with my shoulders and arms burning yelling at me to stop moving them. But I had other plans, I paddled for another wave and repeated the process. As I kept moving, I became warmer. This is what I recall from Saturday Morning.