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i keep meeting these faceless people in places i either can't remember or, at the very least, choose to forget. and those who i already knew keep misplacing their names or perhaps it's more that i keep letting it slip from my memory. i'm not sure but i do believe they might find it to be offensive when i blurt out the name of another when i'm talking to them, though it's only been four or so years. but when they stare into me i feel they might be expecting me to shed my skin and slink away under the carpet the way i imagine they brush dirt under a rug.
anyway, i hope they don't stay pissed at me for certain things slipping my mind though i imagine i could just shrug it off in a rather apathetic excuse...i haven't quite been myself lately? i'll pass out flowers and fruit baskets and a slew of other equally trivial gifts which they may or may not allow to rot away on their kitchen table and emit an unwelcome stink and wretched view that probably somehow mirrors our relationships these days. do people even like flowers and fruit baskets?
anyway, i hope they don't stay pissed at me for certain things slipping my mind though i imagine i could just shrug it off in a rather apathetic excuse...i haven't quite been myself lately? i'll pass out flowers and fruit baskets and a slew of other equally trivial gifts which they may or may not allow to rot away on their kitchen table and emit an unwelcome stink and wretched view that probably somehow mirrors our relationships these days. do people even like flowers and fruit baskets?