I felt burned out on posting. Maybe it is because the weather was warm today and thought I should go running. Maybe this cycle in life is on its next phase. Maybe I just wish I could contact this special someone. Maybe she is just being nice. Maybe…
I should get a frontal lobotomy? From one of the great quotes from Insurrection, “There are days.” And there are… Often I wonder and often I wish I had some type of mental handicap.
Then I wouldn’t wonder and tabulate a “Maybe” list all the time. Then I wouldn’t be so self-conscious? Then I would not have to question how dumb people think I am by what they saw or the little actions they try to hide: their darting eyes, their astonished looks, their raised eyebrow… Then I would not be so desperate for a car and a driver to take me places I might never go.
Yeah, maybe. But then I suppose, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the things I do.
Posted by Michael at March 24, 2004 09:55 PM