i had an amazing evening tonight. i went out with some folks from high school who are really doing amazing things. its really fun to chat with these folks, especially back home; they’ve known me through a variety of stages, and missed quite a few others. however, tonight we were hanging out and a memory hit me like a wall of bricks. a not so proud memory, but clearly one of importance in my wild and crazy youth. and i conveyed it to my friend…

“do you remember…”

for future reference, if you are ever going to start a story with the phrase ” do you remember…” i highly recommend you stop, walk over to the person, and whisper it in their ear. i related this memory to my friend in a booming voice, and in reality he was only 5 feet away from me. the true embarrassment was when i realized that his father (who is actually very cool, but still a father), who i thought was upstairs, was on the other side of the door. [sigh].

i suppose this is a problem that i’ve always had, i don’t always recognize the volume of my voice, especially when i get excited, or a memory comes into my brain and out of my mouth with very little filtering. which, mind you, happens quite often.

it’s something i need to work on. and i suppose the first step is to admit it out loud. nice and booming. i have a flaw that embarrasses me regularly, and it is remarkably unrelated to media.

i don’t even know how to calculate that.