There I was sitting. I usually sat like that, on the edge or the corner or the raised railing of a walkway, always with my knees up and my feet down and attempting to get my back straight. I didn't always sit, mind you, I liked to stand. I liked walking and liked looking up more so than I did looking down or ahead which often meant that I was walking into things or people or in strange circular patterns which was all well and good for me because - even as I was sitting there - I really didn't give a damn. I'd made it back to the marketplace, where we'd all come in from eating the best and quite possibly last burgers of our lives, and while I tried to settle my stomach over the mental indigestion I considered all the if's and and's and why's; I was consistently coming to wild and far fetched conclusions.
been to the inn, to the tea shop and to the home, what should I don know that I'm living this? I thought while I rubbed at my legs. I never considered how amazed I would be at the fact that here I could get cold or could itch or could become tired or could become confused and not knowing. It was always something far from my mind when I was at home in front of my laptop in boxers and sipping some tea. So I was thinking and I was smiling to myself now, but I still wasn't going anywhere and I still was making any sense to myself. It could have been the ADD, the years of fast paced nonstop thought that bounced from one subject to another with seemingly no relation aside from something like color and letters. I'd gone from thinking I was tired to thinking about sitting to sitting and thinking about standing and wondering what time it was and then how birds mechanically maintain flight and then why I couldn't fly and whether I'd ever be able to and after I had burped a couple of times I was now on the topic of what I was going to do with myself now that I was really stuck here. Wyatt and Morgan and Monica had gone off to do their own things, to live their own little adventures and I was certain, so certain that they were having them. In spite of me being the most adventurous - well, the most spontaneous, I was sitting on a curb with a folded roller derby flier in my hand thinking about how awkward it was to have had to actually speak to the girl who had given it to me. I choked, really, trying to maintain a presence that I didn't know was so difficult to up hold. It was, again, as I thought, easier in front of a laptop screen. Randomly, though, I was thankful to not be freezing, I'd managed to knick a little tan thermal and nifty Earth Day shirt in various browns from a window and they went well with my faded jeans and flip flops; if I was lost and confused I at least looked damn good.
But who am I looking good for? Does it really matter? Aren't all of the people here just figments of some one elses imagination in which case when I'm not interacting with them, they don't exist and then I don't exist when I'm not interacting with them as well.. I pinched myself. I was real, and if I didn't exist, I now had a fake throbbing red mark on my arm. Sighing, I rolled back to a new position, hands behind me on my palms and legs spread most unlady-like apart, which I could do, because I wasn't lady, so I laughed at the thought. There I was, living the life and times of no one special, but there was something different about doing this, here. Because I could change that, I could become some one special, some one that other ... well, people, looked up to or forward to seeing that were wow'd by my presence and wanted my time. So I was sitting there and I was smiling, still looking fantastic. Note, there was bit of a curve to my frohawk and I was willing to kill to fix it.
been to the inn, to the tea shop and to the home, what should I don know that I'm living this? I thought while I rubbed at my legs. I never considered how amazed I would be at the fact that here I could get cold or could itch or could become tired or could become confused and not knowing. It was always something far from my mind when I was at home in front of my laptop in boxers and sipping some tea. So I was thinking and I was smiling to myself now, but I still wasn't going anywhere and I still was making any sense to myself. It could have been the ADD, the years of fast paced nonstop thought that bounced from one subject to another with seemingly no relation aside from something like color and letters. I'd gone from thinking I was tired to thinking about sitting to sitting and thinking about standing and wondering what time it was and then how birds mechanically maintain flight and then why I couldn't fly and whether I'd ever be able to and after I had burped a couple of times I was now on the topic of what I was going to do with myself now that I was really stuck here. Wyatt and Morgan and Monica had gone off to do their own things, to live their own little adventures and I was certain, so certain that they were having them. In spite of me being the most adventurous - well, the most spontaneous, I was sitting on a curb with a folded roller derby flier in my hand thinking about how awkward it was to have had to actually speak to the girl who had given it to me. I choked, really, trying to maintain a presence that I didn't know was so difficult to up hold. It was, again, as I thought, easier in front of a laptop screen. Randomly, though, I was thankful to not be freezing, I'd managed to knick a little tan thermal and nifty Earth Day shirt in various browns from a window and they went well with my faded jeans and flip flops; if I was lost and confused I at least looked damn good.
But who am I looking good for? Does it really matter? Aren't all of the people here just figments of some one elses imagination in which case when I'm not interacting with them, they don't exist and then I don't exist when I'm not interacting with them as well.. I pinched myself. I was real, and if I didn't exist, I now had a fake throbbing red mark on my arm. Sighing, I rolled back to a new position, hands behind me on my palms and legs spread most unlady-like apart, which I could do, because I wasn't lady, so I laughed at the thought. There I was, living the life and times of no one special, but there was something different about doing this, here. Because I could change that, I could become some one special, some one that other ... well, people, looked up to or forward to seeing that were wow'd by my presence and wanted my time. So I was sitting there and I was smiling, still looking fantastic. Note, there was bit of a curve to my frohawk and I was willing to kill to fix it.