Life is interesting... it seems to travel in circles with the head casing the tail or is it the other way around - I never know.
Sometimes I think it's a curse but often I ask myself what's the freak'in point? We go through this grind called life for what... what brings meaning to it all?
What's with eye contact, people make it all the time. Most look away as soon as they know you know they're looking at you... some don't, they just stare back which often results in a smile from me - I always blink in the staring contest. Everyone once in awhile they even reach out and say "hello"!!
I had one of these moments yesterday - a woman serving me seemed to make an extra effort. She even attempted to strike up a conversation... "what are you up to later tonight", my reply... "nothing really"... ekkk, I'm so lame sometimes.
There I was with a bag full of super cool clothing for Halloween which I'm sure would have been great fun to show her and I jam when she tries to find some common ground, something to talk about... or she was just being nice and could care less about my plans for the night or the wonderfully purple shirt hidden in my bag... bottom line, I'll never know.
Sometimes I think it's a curse but often I ask myself what's the freak'in point? We go through this grind called life for what... what brings meaning to it all?
What's with eye contact, people make it all the time. Most look away as soon as they know you know they're looking at you... some don't, they just stare back which often results in a smile from me - I always blink in the staring contest. Everyone once in awhile they even reach out and say "hello"!!
I had one of these moments yesterday - a woman serving me seemed to make an extra effort. She even attempted to strike up a conversation... "what are you up to later tonight", my reply... "nothing really"... ekkk, I'm so lame sometimes.
There I was with a bag full of super cool clothing for Halloween which I'm sure would have been great fun to show her and I jam when she tries to find some common ground, something to talk about... or she was just being nice and could care less about my plans for the night or the wonderfully purple shirt hidden in my bag... bottom line, I'll never know.
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I'm right with you about wanting to be 3 again... I was just saying how I was thinking about going for halloween dressed as an 8 year old but nobody would get that I was wearing a costume.
So what part of this here country are you in anyway?