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Sometimes I find myself wanting to post things in my Journal, but then I realize it isn't really this journal. It's one that people actually read because, in it, I am clever and witty and interesting things actually happen to me.
Or maybe interesting things happen to me now, it's just that there have been so many of them that they are no longer out of the ordinary for me. I think my concept of ordinary went out the window a long time ago. So, even though I say nothing has happened, maybe something has. Maybe one of these days I will actually wake up. Maybe my ambition will come back to me, and things will seem amazing again. Maybe one day everyone will just suddenly stop being stupid. Maybe one day I will figure out where to put the fabric softener in my washing machine.
Or maybe interesting things happen to me now, it's just that there have been so many of them that they are no longer out of the ordinary for me. I think my concept of ordinary went out the window a long time ago. So, even though I say nothing has happened, maybe something has. Maybe one of these days I will actually wake up. Maybe my ambition will come back to me, and things will seem amazing again. Maybe one day everyone will just suddenly stop being stupid. Maybe one day I will figure out where to put the fabric softener in my washing machine.