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The telephone was cradled in my hand, pressed into my ear, and I didn't even think about the fact that I didn't dial the number and it wasn't ringing. I just had the dial tone blaring into my ear, as if it's always been for me but nobody else, and I didn't even notice. I was too busy paying attention to the fact that my mother was about to pick up the telephone from her residents, I was gonna hand the phone to my little sister and my mother would've treated her like a baby. I hate people that talk to children like they're not worthy of normal conversation, especially to my sister.
Truth is, I'm stupid about stupidity. I wonder how hard I can think to realise how dumb I must look to other people. How long I can breeze around with the clouds, when I can plant my feet to the earth again. Wonderin' what a joy it must be to have no opinion, to be careless, to not worry...
I think I skipped a few vital stages in my life. It's as if I've drifted too far away from the mundane, mediocre thinking range, into this astronomic field of wheat taller than I can jump and see what's above, what there is to look forward to.
I'm lost, and I guess I kinda like it.
Truth is, I'm stupid about stupidity. I wonder how hard I can think to realise how dumb I must look to other people. How long I can breeze around with the clouds, when I can plant my feet to the earth again. Wonderin' what a joy it must be to have no opinion, to be careless, to not worry...
I think I skipped a few vital stages in my life. It's as if I've drifted too far away from the mundane, mediocre thinking range, into this astronomic field of wheat taller than I can jump and see what's above, what there is to look forward to.
I'm lost, and I guess I kinda like it.