the days are just packed.
I was driving home today and there was someone behind me at a stoplight, and they were watching me in the rear view mirror.
That's a really weird angle to see someone. Oftentimes, I've thought that the person behind me was someone I knew, like my grandma. Only for it turn out to be an 800lb Asian guy. The point is, the rear view mirror is very misleading. Especially in the cars I drive. Because I'm too lazy to adjust or to clean it.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure the guy behind me was an actual guy. He had curly dark hair and glasses and looked suspiciously like someone I used to date. I was listening to She & Him so naturally I already felt like I was in another, older, fancier, cooler and less mundane world than the one that I actually exist in. We made eye contact in the rear view mirror and he lifted a bony finger off of his steering wheel and pointed at me. Sure it was pretty creepy, but since I'm illegally insane, I take any sort of prolonged eye contact as an impromptu staring contest.
So, I stared back.
So long, in fact, that I didn't notice the light had turned green. And cars were lined up behind me and honking. It's times like these that I am grateful that my own car is constantly breaking down, and that I am forced to drive my parents and use up all their gas. This way, people don't recognize me.
When things happen to me, the first thing I think of is how badly I want to write it down. Actually, this urge usually occurs WHILE something is happening to me, which is why I am typically so unprepared for life. Things are still happening and I'm already six miles down the road, booting up my computer with one hand and digging in my purse for my glasses with the other.
I'm not sure where this need to record everything comes from. My best guess is to make sure my side gets told, about things only I know about, where I was the only witness...
Maybe it's more a tendency to be neurotic. Neurotic people always seem to live inside their heads. 75% of the things that I say or think never even make it out of my mouth, they just kind of appear out of nowhere, or something I thought I saw without my glasses on, and then they just kind of run into each other and crash into trees and stuff.
So this is what going insane feels like.
current likes_ white 4runners, Kmart's tabloid and magazine rack
current dislikes_ King of the Hill, baristas writing "Jessie" on the side of my Starbucks cup, snakes.
That's a really weird angle to see someone. Oftentimes, I've thought that the person behind me was someone I knew, like my grandma. Only for it turn out to be an 800lb Asian guy. The point is, the rear view mirror is very misleading. Especially in the cars I drive. Because I'm too lazy to adjust or to clean it.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure the guy behind me was an actual guy. He had curly dark hair and glasses and looked suspiciously like someone I used to date. I was listening to She & Him so naturally I already felt like I was in another, older, fancier, cooler and less mundane world than the one that I actually exist in. We made eye contact in the rear view mirror and he lifted a bony finger off of his steering wheel and pointed at me. Sure it was pretty creepy, but since I'm illegally insane, I take any sort of prolonged eye contact as an impromptu staring contest.
So, I stared back.
So long, in fact, that I didn't notice the light had turned green. And cars were lined up behind me and honking. It's times like these that I am grateful that my own car is constantly breaking down, and that I am forced to drive my parents and use up all their gas. This way, people don't recognize me.
When things happen to me, the first thing I think of is how badly I want to write it down. Actually, this urge usually occurs WHILE something is happening to me, which is why I am typically so unprepared for life. Things are still happening and I'm already six miles down the road, booting up my computer with one hand and digging in my purse for my glasses with the other.
I'm not sure where this need to record everything comes from. My best guess is to make sure my side gets told, about things only I know about, where I was the only witness...
Maybe it's more a tendency to be neurotic. Neurotic people always seem to live inside their heads. 75% of the things that I say or think never even make it out of my mouth, they just kind of appear out of nowhere, or something I thought I saw without my glasses on, and then they just kind of run into each other and crash into trees and stuff.
So this is what going insane feels like.
current likes_ white 4runners, Kmart's tabloid and magazine rack
current dislikes_ King of the Hill, baristas writing "Jessie" on the side of my Starbucks cup, snakes.