so this isn't really about anything, but i guess it is at the same time.

So today it was eighty degrees outside and today I decided to jump in my pool. The water began splashing and piling all around me and wetting my hair as I stood in the middle, still and alone. I was still and I guess it would make more sense if I told you it was thunderstorming outside, but if I had you would have thought I was particularly insane for doing such a silly, ludacris thing. That is until my neighbor decided to jump in the seemingly dark blue water as well. And then I felt a little bit less crazy. Like if someone else was doing it with me it must not be so bad. He's quite older than me, I think, because I've never been in school with him and he graduated before I got to the high school. And I wasn't really interested in why he jumped in the pool with me until he tugged at my fingers and they started to feel like they were falling off. Then he told me to get out of the pool. And then he told me to follow him. And so, I did just that.