Most everyone started to leave around six and I was left with the grandparents, my aunt Julie, and a Dad already in bed so as to be rested for his night job. Since the older people were watching politics, and Dad had given me his keys to entertain myself I decided to go for a drive.
I love driving. I miss having a car because I could just leave. I love to drive for miles and miles and get lost and then found and just think and dream and sing and feel the thrill of speeding and looking at lights and the feeling like I'm going somewhere with my life.
So I decided to go for a drive around South Jordan/the whole Salt Lake Valley to clear my head and get hopped up on the drive high. I tried to sneak out. Grandma caught me. "What're you doing?" "Oh, just gonna go for a quick drive, I'll be back in an hour." "Oh! How nice! I'll go with you!"
This Grandma, my father's mother, is quite the woman. I really can't describe her sufficiently. She's bossy and always right and independent and judgmental and opinionated and an amazing homemaker and strong and scary and intimidating but also caring and wants the best for people... she's a million things. You really can't understand her until you meet her and talk with her for a couple hours. Then, and only then, can you possibly understand the depth of this woman. I love her and am terrified of her and really didn't want her to come along on my drive. If there's anything the Treu's have taught me though, it's to just roll with it. These people over-dramatize everything and make the little things into huge deals. I've learned that you gotta let it go sometimes {just like they seemingly can't do}. So I let it go, "okay grandma!" and she came with me. I tolerated her chatting for a while and then we got to the meat. The good stuff. Grandma and I both love this quote and live by it (to an extent of course)
Small minds discuss people.
Average minds discuss events.
Great minds discuss ideas.
Eleanor Roosevelt (I think? haha)
We started talking about the gospel and life and experiences and trials and politics and everything. It was awesome. She turned to me and said, "you, Mackenzie, are an observant person." She couldn't have pinpointed me more perfectly. Sometimes I get really quiet when I'm in a group of people. One might think that I'm spacing out. I've been accused of being depressed. Others think I'm sitting there silently judging people. No! Sometimes true but generally not! I'm just observing. I like to take it all in. Later, I can remember the strangest things like what shirt he was wearing, who she sat by, what time it was, the color of her nail polish, the way he was sitting. I observe how they treated each other, how people feel about other people, who didn't want to be there, and a ton of other things. I notice a lot.
Tidbit about me.
I'm observant.
Now you know.
