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What really defines the purpose behind our gratitute and sense of contempt?
There's people, the places, the seconds in time we can travel back to and relish. The way we felt, the scents, the sounds, the feeling. What is holding me back? What?
When I was in the grocery store tonight I felt so entirely introspective and didn't want to engage with anyone. I kept looking around hoping to not see any of my past interviewees deciding amongst apples or catfood. I was casually dressed in sweats and a puma jacket, looking as though I had deemed it my weekend only attire. What would the opinion be of an employer parussing the meat counter or vegatables. Is this relevant?
I remember runing into teachers of mine outside of the classroom. It was like spotting a celebrity at Walmart. weird. Or when you saw them smoking a cigarette, or knew they had a pack in the bottom of their purse. I wonder if its like that. Sometimes I think people are more deeply involved than they really are.
Does anyone else think this much?
*Think stretch armstrong (female version)
There's people, the places, the seconds in time we can travel back to and relish. The way we felt, the scents, the sounds, the feeling. What is holding me back? What?
When I was in the grocery store tonight I felt so entirely introspective and didn't want to engage with anyone. I kept looking around hoping to not see any of my past interviewees deciding amongst apples or catfood. I was casually dressed in sweats and a puma jacket, looking as though I had deemed it my weekend only attire. What would the opinion be of an employer parussing the meat counter or vegatables. Is this relevant?
I remember runing into teachers of mine outside of the classroom. It was like spotting a celebrity at Walmart. weird. Or when you saw them smoking a cigarette, or knew they had a pack in the bottom of their purse. I wonder if its like that. Sometimes I think people are more deeply involved than they really are.
Does anyone else think this much?
*Think stretch armstrong (female version)