what are you supposed to do with this one?! micro…micro, micro, like micro-wave. HAHAHA a very tiny hand wave. i like that. that’s super cute. i’m imagining a little baby doll hand waving…hmmm-that makes it creepy, interesting.
also, am just realizing that i can be super passive aggressive in how i talk to people. i don’t like that about myself. why do i do this? i’m also very frank which can be off-putting, yet weirdly secretive about random stuff as well.
i got this book yesterday, i didn’t know what it was when i bought it because it was wrapped up in paper. it was a secret book. heh. i love secret books. and i opened it today to discover it was made just for me. it’s a book of poems for people who listen. which to be quite honest i could do more of most days. i daydream a lot. which makes me a terrible listener. i don’t know what to do about it.
and maybe i’m just so afraid of being UN-interesting, i just preemptively remove myself from this universe to protect myself. and there’s the other possibility…
the one where i over-analyze everything to death so i can cry while i’m lying in bed, late at night, looking up at the ceiling with my eyes shut. just enjoying feeling melancholy. sigh…i love crying. is that something i should be worried about? hmm-whatever.
i guess we are all just micro-cosmoses exchanging all the unspoken, unacted, unknown delicacies of bumper car living. apologizing for the beauty of our existence, heads down, stumbling, muttering, confused warriors. moving from shoulder to shoulder until we find the right one to lean on. also, i like cuddling. i should put that on a bumper sticker. i really do like cuddling. almost as much as i enjoy cotton candy. only five months until the fair. that’s good. i can wait i guess. i mean i have to. there’s nothing else to be done about it. cotton candy just tastes better at the fair. i’ll wait.