May. In Portland. Tick and tock boy I used to hate the click. Oops, of course I meant clock but actually click works, too.
Days run 24 hours and they run daily…having been run over by a truck I know how “no shit” that sounds but lemme roll with my thoughts on time for a second (haha…SEE?) and I bet you’ll have a thought or 50, too.
I promise to lay off the “too” word, too.
There are a lot of people in this world and more and more in my sphere or the PDX sphere, rather that I run into. Not actually RUN into but our paths cross walking from here to there, catching the bus or train. Even grabbing a jet to get you there? People join on their way there.
Do you care? Do you get disappointed by the attention lacking or bones tired from packing? How about how you got your hair fixed or forgot to fix but certainly are reminded of the moment your eyes spy a similar looking man or woman right in front of you? And do they notice you back?
Who knows? Oh people know many things. Like the things you know that they MUST notice: your hair, eyes, smile..maybe that Kate or Jack Spade piece? Or how about your frustration, degradation, anticipation? Or as you actually suspect, everyone is doing and going so far, so fast with such an agenda they don’t know shit.
Act like shits? Oh yes, that behavior is easy to see but I find that ADMITTING my own shitty way of acting is super tough. My shitty thinking? WORSE to perceive and even worse to understand and EVEN WORSE to prevent.
“Why should I care?” is a common problem thought that flies around my mind. “Who the fuck are these people, totally in my way, with nothing to do but look at and judge me and….” Oh wait. That’s me I’m thinking about. Ugh. Stupid thoughts, leave me alone I didn’t need you back.