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I don't understand why people set the table when they know everything is going to be moved after grace is said and food set out.
I don't understand why I should make my bed; I know that in 18 hours I'll be back again, sending the too-tightly-tucked-in sheets into disarray with my tossing and turning and fuming and dancing.
I don't understand why people make such an effort to doll a situation up when it's clear that in a short time the ups and downs and tossings and turnings of life will eventually uproot the sheets and upset the silverware placement.
I don't understand why people pretend to be something they're not.
For a long time I thought that when people turned out to be assholes, cheats, liars, that it was my fault for not catching on to their foolery. That I was naive.
But I realize now that people choose to deceive, and we can't blame ourselves for not realizing immediately.
I mean, I am an expert at making my bed so that it looks neat, but when you pull back the first layer of covers, it's the exact opposite of tidy, and I still have trouble remembering if the fork goes on the left or the right when I set the table.
I really don't know what I'm getting at.
I really do know that I'm frustrated at bad decisions, whether they are mine or your's.
I'm frustrated that people do things with no rhyme or reason.
But I'm disappointed that some people do have reason and plenty of rhyme.
We all really are connected.
And not just by kissing charts or poker games or parks or late night phone calls.
Each decision is going to end up shaping someone else's life.
"Life is life," he said. Yes, life is life. Life is everything.
Life is ______.
You can fill in that blank with ANYTHING, which is marvelous and exciting and terrifying.
Life is life and anything can happen.
We happened, they happened.
People leave, I'll stay (right where you left me).
I'll figure it out, because ... that's life!
"What a surprise, that we're both happy at the same time."
A dinner party and a rainstorm.
We all almost had the same name.
But cheating boys make girls smarter,
Surprises like this make it so much harder
to trust.
Luckily, cheating boys bring girls together.
And bringing angry girls together can only cause mayhem.
I apologize for the lack of clarity or meaning in this entry, but it really does match my train of thought.
Thank you and goodnight.