Donna-Michelle St. Bernard - Thought #3 - HOW LONG IS A WALK?

My name is Donna-Michelle St. Bernard and this is my third thought. Today a friend invited me to go for a walk.   That's nice.   Having a friend, them wanting to see you, wanting to see them, saying yes.  I can dig it. She says two o'clock at the entrance to the park and i say yes. I've never been to the park. I don't know where the park is.   instead of looking up where the park is, i look up who it's named after to see how i feel about being there, and  then i go.  now, had i looked at a map i would have seen that the time it took to get to the place where our walk would begin is approximately the amount of time after which i think that a walk should end.  but i am here, she is here, we are beginning. we walk, and we walk, and we walk.  til i'm like, "oh, that's a nice bench. let's go look at it." we sit.  then we walk some more.  and it's nice, because i like her and we are spending time together.  but that walk was like jumping into a collaborative project without asking any questions upfront because i like the people involved.  because they asked, and that was nice, so i got excited and committed to a thing that i thought ended where they thought it began, and i don't know my own way home from here, so here we go, i'm walking.   Today, i agreed to the walk, but if we had walked one more minute than we did, i might like my friend just a little bit less, and that would have nothing to do with anything that she did.   next time i'll ask.  but now that i know her definition of "a walk", she could probably get me to go anywhere.