Maybe I like the woods because

the woods can make you more honest.

When I went back to one of the years with fewer posts, I thought I was going to find something about how I met a very athletic guy on a bike and his daughter when I was on a walk.

I remembered that I had read a story about a woman who sees a man and a girl in a park and she almost starts to focus on the man, but his daughter becomes who she needs to pay more attention to instead. She leaves them so he will pay more attention to his daughter. This became almost like a real life version of that story. 

In a way, I saw the girl as being almost like a younger version of myself. Different hair color, though. I thought I understood that she needed his attention, and I felt like I saw it more than he did. Clueless dad. Not bad, just living a different reality. Also, clearly such an athletic man would in another context have a tall, athletic woman with him. But for some reason, she was not with them. Just these two were there, to make an impression on me.

At the time, it seemed like this man wanted to talk to me. I wanted to, almost, but I was too unprepared. In the end, I was resting on a bench by myself. He was stalling and doing something with the bike. Why did it seem like he wanted me to talk to him. I finally got off the bench and walked away, and when I got home, I cried. I didn't know why, but I felt like I had to make myself leave. The man was a very tall, athletic person and had some kind of energy that intimidated me back then. 

That was also a period of time when I kept to myself a lot. I needed to take care of other people in my life. I didn't have a very carefree attitude, let's say.  Someone else had followed me around a published a book and gotten more famous, too. 

Was this a person who could have helped me?

LATER, I thought we were near the lake at one point and talked a little bit more. Did I like to watch so and so on TV? (Daughter wanted him to stop with this topic). Not so much. Yes I thought he was funny, but no, I didn't usually watch him on TV. That was his interest, more than mine.

As if this is what the universe told me to do, I asked, did he like to read? And this was very strange...he said no and looked surprised. And maybe a bit scared. His daughter contradicted him. She said, Yes, you do, you read. Why get nervous to answer such a question? So that was that. A rather mousy walker meets an Olympian type on a bicycle and scares him with a question about if he ever reads.

Maybe it would be better to be more like people in the woods in the future.

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The guy also seemed a little bit divorced, and like he could appreciate a nanny. Weird, huh?

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Just a bunch of words, and some woods, a place full of tree-beings.

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Why not take more responsibility as someone who....

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Now I just want to leave that blank.