A Dialogue With K

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Shit happens, originally uploaded by: Dr Bushwell

Picture this.

You can’t stop and laugh at the funny-looking people at the mall. Specially those who makes you want to stop and ask them, “What were you thinking while you were getting dressed today”? Wait. Oh, you have laughed at them.

Sometimes you get pissed off easily by every little thing. The sky is too high, it is too humid, the fishes won’t stop swimming, the exhaust fan is too noisy, the commercials these days are stupid.

You are sitting in your room. You start to think about what are we? Why are we here? What is Earth? I am living? What am I?. 

You’re wishing the glass door would open up and you would be “wooshed” in, you just can’t deal.

You lose your train of thoughts as soon as the direction of the wind changes.

You look at the clock and it’s almost ten minutes at six in the morning and you wished it’s already the weekend. You can’t stop wondering until when it’s kinda’ reaches a blow up ‘POP’ stage and you just can’t think anymore and become you again.

Have you ever felt like this way before? I hate it when little life goes in random, maybe it’s just a phase, hoping this will end soon.

I’d guess shit happens. I just need to flow with it, innit?

Insert: Dang almost forgot, it’s Kathleen’s birthday today. I should buy a phonecard and tell her this, maybe I’d feel much better.