Semi-sleepless nights

Have not blogged much recently, mostly due to my health and partly to do with moving.

When I cant sleep my thinking goes into overdrive. I think about everything. Right now I am thinking about all the different people I have met in my life. It would be marvelous if I could document them all and study them. Kinda like the early explorers did when the first came across an animal that had never been seen by man before. But I wont shoot my subjects and dissect them. That probably isn't a very good idea.
I would like to start on the ones who would never ever ever stumble across this and yell and scream at me for. Yes essentially I am a giant chicken. I will also remove all last names, and maybe even change their first names. Not sure yet.

A long time ago.. When I was a wee lass, there was a boy who lived next door to me. All these years I have remembered him fairly clearly. I think mostly because I had a mad hot crush on him. But back then all that a boy had to do to secure my love was be kinda smart and geeky. He won my heart by teaching me how to play chess.
I think he know how violent my affections were, after a while he tried to get rid of me. But at the age of eight you tend to ignore things like that and annoy them even more.
I remember he had a faint damp smell about him, it wasnt unpleasant. More like the result of spending too long inside. He was a star wars and sonic fanatic, he had a mother but no father and for some odd reason they ate their meals at 5pm at the dining room table, instead of the normal 6-8pm huddle around the tv like the rest of the world.
They were strange to us, but I guess that they might have been normal to some people.
The day we left the area was devastating for me. I thought I had lost the love of my life. I remember wearing lipstick for him and just before leaving his house forever I kissed a square of toilet paper and placed it under his pillow.

I never saw him again, but I have often thought about him, the boy who taught me to play chess. I wonder if he ever got that square of toilet paper with my lipstick kiss on it. Or if it slipped off the bed onto the floor and eventually made its way to the bin without anyone ever realising what it was. Either way, its a nice memory.