My life is complex. Everyone's is to a degree really, but lately my personal life seems a lot more complicated than normal. Its no ones fault but my own really, I get myself into these things. The one err of altruism is that is can lead you to some strange places. What amazes me is that my chums, the people closest to me, have no idea of the situations I'm in, or of some of the facets of my personality and life. It's not a surprise really. I've gotten pretty good not letting people into my mind. It's a skill I've been perfecting since birth. Anyways, things will work out well in the end. And it's not as is I'm alone. I am incredibly resourceful. I once found a photo in an airport in Seattle. There was nothing on it but a name. I tracked the person down 6 months later to Oklahoma. They had moved a month prior and left no forwarding address. I quit looking then out of boredom, but who knows, maybe someday I'll pick up the search again. Anyways, this won't make sense to most of you, well, any of you really.
Switching subjects I had the strangest nightmare last night. I dreamed I was walking through the woods and I saw an old woman sitting at a campfire. I'm a conversationalist so I talk to everyone. I sat down at the campfire and talked to the woman. At first we were complete strangers. Then I realized she was my dead grandmother. I was scared. As soon as I realized it was her, she coughed up a bit of blood. Then has starting asking me questions that could have been stranger questions, but really weren't. She knew that I knew who she was and she was toying with me. Her eyeball dropped out and she kept talking.
I've to run. It's windy outside and it feels nice. It's been raining all day and now it's stopped. It's hit that time when it's warm again. It feels nice.
Switching subjects I had the strangest nightmare last night. I dreamed I was walking through the woods and I saw an old woman sitting at a campfire. I'm a conversationalist so I talk to everyone. I sat down at the campfire and talked to the woman. At first we were complete strangers. Then I realized she was my dead grandmother. I was scared. As soon as I realized it was her, she coughed up a bit of blood. Then has starting asking me questions that could have been stranger questions, but really weren't. She knew that I knew who she was and she was toying with me. Her eyeball dropped out and she kept talking.
I've to run. It's windy outside and it feels nice. It's been raining all day and now it's stopped. It's hit that time when it's warm again. It feels nice.