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Wednesday, September 10, 2003
 

I don't know why I think so much. People have been telling me my entire life that I think too much. If they were telling me my whole life that I do something else too much, like smile too much or frown too much or run too much or blink too much or eat too much or drink too much or clap my hands too much or whistle too much or anything else too much that I could control, that would be fine. But being told you think too much is like two things: being told you breathe too much and being told that you have big ears. For the first one, what the hell choice to I have and for the second one, what the hell am I supposed to do about it?

I should probably stop thinking about it.


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