I look downwards to the side. I scratch the back of my head and ruffle up my hair.
The thought "man I'm kinda pathetic" passes through my mind.
If these were medieval times, I'd probably make a pretty decent jester. Really, I'm just here to provide entertainment.
Sometimes I feel that the best entertainment would be to not be there, however. If there was a peak, and it already passed, then maybe it's better to have that remembered, instead of my trying to smudge that memory by doing anything more, regardless of what I would want.
I'm kinda jealous of those who don't know what they want.
Monday, May 24, 2010
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