Experiences and Feelings

I will give you an experience, and then my feelings. I will only use one word to describe my feelings about the first experience, then two words, then three and so on.

A young boy rode furiously on his bicycle directly towards me.  Chicken!
I saw someone I knew looking at me while I was running. Don't look.
I run in the street; there was a truck in the middle of the street and two 20 year old men between the sidewalk and the truck. You ruin life.
A battalion of young bikers come at me while I'm on the sidewalk, next to the truck and men. Out of my way!
They pass by and say, "Excuse me, sorry!" I'm such a bad person.
The stake center's parking lot was full of cars. What meeting did I forget now?
Liz reminds me of NSO. What's NSO? Oh, duh. NEW STUDENT ORIENTATION.
As I pass the duck house. Where are those ducks? Have they been eaten?
Our soccer team took the gold medal. YES. Wonderful. I knew they could do it. Ye-HAH. 
Listening to Waving Flag as I run. Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run.

There are ten experiences for ya. And my feelings regarding said experiences expressed in limited language.
I will not run at high noon for the sun is hot; neither will I run after eight because that's when everyone and their mother take walks/talk to men in their trucks/ride their bikes at full speed toward running girls.

I have started listening to Christmas music.

I am so extremely happy for our soccer team. They are amazing. They play good soccer. My three favorites.

                                                                    Rapinoe, Wambach, Morgan.

Amazing.
Cheers and loves.