Reading Old Blog Entries
I was reading old blog entries.
My old self felt like a stranger to me.
There were things that I don't recall doing.
Most of them seem very random.
There was one entry about me walking to my job on a rainy day.
A car drove by and splashed up muddy water.
As I leaped to avoid the water from getting on me,
I landed in a puddle filled with the same muddy water.
This resulted in my socks being soaked.
I got to work on time,
but because wearing wet socks was uncomfortable,
I made shoes out of paperbags and walked around in them.
How random is that?
I can't believe I did that.
Sometimes...I am not sure why I turned out so strange.
My parents gave me a normal upbringing.
I read all the classics during elementary school.
I was never rebellious
But I was always a bit defiant
I dislike authority.
I don't care much for rules.
I care about other people deeply
but I often went as I pleased
If wearing paperbag shoes was more comfortable
Then I didn't care
A question that has always intrigued me is -
Why do people want to be my friends?
I am so weird!
I don't know if I would want to be my own friend...
Since I am not sure how I would feel about having a friend who walked around in paperbags
Perhaps all my friends have done even weirder things
That's why they don't mind being my friends
I doubt I can stay this free spirited forever
The pressure to comform is catching up with me
Alright...need to sleep...and stop thinking...
My old self felt like a stranger to me.
There were things that I don't recall doing.
Most of them seem very random.
There was one entry about me walking to my job on a rainy day.
A car drove by and splashed up muddy water.
As I leaped to avoid the water from getting on me,
I landed in a puddle filled with the same muddy water.
This resulted in my socks being soaked.
I got to work on time,
but because wearing wet socks was uncomfortable,
I made shoes out of paperbags and walked around in them.
How random is that?
I can't believe I did that.
Sometimes...I am not sure why I turned out so strange.
My parents gave me a normal upbringing.
I read all the classics during elementary school.
I was never rebellious
But I was always a bit defiant
I dislike authority.
I don't care much for rules.
I care about other people deeply
but I often went as I pleased
If wearing paperbag shoes was more comfortable
Then I didn't care
A question that has always intrigued me is -
Why do people want to be my friends?
I am so weird!
I don't know if I would want to be my own friend...
Since I am not sure how I would feel about having a friend who walked around in paperbags
Perhaps all my friends have done even weirder things
That's why they don't mind being my friends
I doubt I can stay this free spirited forever
The pressure to comform is catching up with me
Alright...need to sleep...and stop thinking...