Hippy-Dippy

Why? It's really not that special. At least, not to me. I feel like there must be someting that triggered my attatchment to it but no matter how much I think about it I just can't figure it out. I see rocks all the time. Hell, I've probably got a few pretty cool rocks stuck in the tread of my boots right now but you won't see me collecting those, scrubbing the dirt off of them with a soft bristle toothbrush, soaking them in a solution of distilled water and non-ionized salt overnight, transfering them for thirty minutes to a diluted bleach solution, then rinsing them off before carefully drilling into them to accommodate a 3/32 inch diameter ball chain so that I can wear them as necklaces even though I usually hate jewellery, especially rock based jewellery because that makes you look like one of those hippy-dippy "spiritualists" who always smells like incense and believes in chakras and astrology and that is definately not the kind of image that I want to be projecting. That's not the kind of person I am. Well, it's not who I thought I was but the stone that's been dangling around my neck for the past few days certainly begs to differ.

In all honestly I can't even remember what overcame me when I found the rock. It was just a few days ago but the memory is already pretty hazy. Come to think of it, I don't even really remember where I found it. It seems like something I'd come across on a run but I never go running on Mondays so I don't think that's it. In the garden? No, I haven't done any digging there for awhile and I put down new topsoil last month so there wouldn't be any rocks on the surface. I suppose someone could have left it at the house but I remember it being dirty so I guess that doesn't make much sense either. Wherever it was, there was something about it that caught my eye. Regardless that really doesn't explain why I felt so compelled to save it. I've never done anything like this before. Not once have I even considered giving so much attention to a rock. Who does that?

Me, I guess.

I mean, it is a pretty cool rock. Asymmetrical but smooth and rounded, slightly translucent but dark and hazy with thin streaks of metallic orange coiled within, sort of like a glob of glass mixed with ink and metal shavings. Maybe that's what it is, some sort of defect from a glass blowing studio? Hmm... no, it's definately not man-made. Don't ask me how I know but I'm certain of it. That being said, I've never seen a rock like this one before. It feels so powerful, so primordial. It's just utterly mesmerizing, I could look at it for hours if I had nothing else to do. In fact, I think I will take some time to study it more. I should probably try to figure more out about it. I don't think I have anything going on today. But today's ... yes, today's a weekday. Did I actually forget to go to work? Well, I have a few sick days saved up, no harm using one today. Besides, I wouldn't want everyone to be looking at my stone. They'd probably think I'm some sort of nut if I show up with this around my neck out of nowhere, those aren't conversations I want to have. And what if they feel the same way about my stone? It's not worth risking someone trying to take it from me. It's just not worth it. I don't know what I'd do without my stone.