helped a couple of folks move today. someone i met about eleven hours ago [friend of a friend], and also a co-worker.

the motley crew that assembles on moving day is usually pretty intriguing. family, close friends, co-workers, and acquaintances, all swooping upon one household to help another in need. warm greetings intertwined with introductions and a few "we've met before, haven't we?"s for good measure... strange how a simple u-haul seems to bring some of the scattered threads in one's life together.

for some reason i'm rather adept at keeping those threads scattered. or, compartmentalized, if you will. friends from home. friends from college. friends from work. friends from church. and subcategories within those. i often wonder why that is. i think i mainly don't want to be responsible for a tedious, awkward encounter. it's bad enough to be involved in one; but to go about creating one? egad.

it's silly, i know. it's that perfectionist in me... the everything-must-be-just-so-or-why-bother? mentality. does anyone else do this, or am i just a freak? hmmm.

at any rate, the moving is done, and it's time for bed...
i'm exhausted.