Wasting Time
I imagine my present feeling of being lost is an excellent catalyst for deep reflection on the past and meaningful projections on the future. I'm not going to stay in Nebraska. There is no place for me here. I only wish I felt like I had something to go back to. I've tried making friends with people at the laundromat, but a simple off-hand comment about the weather somehow ignites memories of how they shot down Nazi biplanes in 'Nam. As funny as senility is, I miss sane people from my own generation. Nebraska isn't even really a state - it's just a long, racist stretch of road that you take to get somewhere more pleasant. The weather isn't bad though. No rain. And it warmed up 2 degrees since this morning...so it is now 3 degrees outside. heh.
I want to go home, but I don't know what I'd do once I got there. I don't know what I should be doing with my life. I wish someone could tell me what I want to do with myself, because I don't know. I'm going to find out if there is a hypnotherapist in this town.
hmm...I guess there isn't.
I want to go home, but I don't know what I'd do once I got there. I don't know what I should be doing with my life. I wish someone could tell me what I want to do with myself, because I don't know. I'm going to find out if there is a hypnotherapist in this town.
hmm...I guess there isn't.