Talk

From time to time, I go to different spots to surf. By and large I go to the same spot. I have been for quite a while. In all this time I have barley been acknowledged by the guys that frequent the same area. Some of them live in the neighborhood, and I can understand their disdain for the kooks that invade their back yard every summer.

It does get to be a pain, what will the tourist and what not. The last time I went to the beach on July 4th, it took over an hour to get parking and the beach was packed and it wasn’t much fun. After that, I have stayed away from the beach on that day. I get to do all the other times of the year, one day does not hurt. For those that live there it must be horrid. Parking there normally is difficult, add to that the crowds and it’s no wonder they seem distant.

Having said all that, I have to add that I have not been talked to the whole time I have been going down to a certain beach. Imagine my surprise when this weekend the surfers started talking to me. They said hi, and asking if I was going back out in the water. Another even pushed the crosswalk button for me when I was taking my board back to the car. That was so nice.

I was so excited that they finally noticed. I didn’t think they ever would. This whole time I have been feeling a bit invisible. A few months back I had figured they just would never talk to me and I had come to terms with it. Sunday’s are my time alone as it is and I have been fine with it.

There is no need for them to talk to me, so it is really nice that they have taken the time to say hello, at least.