terrypurple73 | (no subject)

I just got back from bringing Shannon home. On the way to her house, I commented about how few cars there were out, relatively. On my way home, a car pulled up next to me at the red light at 4 and 5 intersection. A snazzy, two-door, silver car, with a driver who looked familiar. He zoomed ahead in his lane when the light turned green, but we were stopped by each other again at the next light. It was definitely Pickle. (Or, I suppose, his brother.) He zoomed ahead of me again, and proceeded to turn onto Scenic Heights in front of me, and then right away onto the turn to his neighborhood. I don't know if he recognized me gawking, staring to try to tell if it was him.
Maybe I'm not ready to see him face-to-face. Or maybe I just have no desire to. Realizing it was him almost made me feel light-headed- and that was strange. I still feel strange. Kind of numb- much more of a reaction than I ever would have thought. It was just unexpected. I don't know. I don't know how to deal with him.