Theres a UFO in my head.
Well, I guess it's flying. Whatever it's doing it's definitely "unidentified" and occupying a considerable amount of space within my psyche. I feel as though I should write about it but that's pretty difficult since I really dont know a damn thing about it. It seems large and opaque in the middle. From there, It fades out into a more transparent substance. Like paint sitting on water or perhaps even a storm cloud. Heavy, though. Oh, I dunno.
Things are definitely better for me concerning that giant stick of bubble gum God chewed and placed inside my skull. This double-edge often allows us more tools to diagnose other issues in our lives. That said, perhaps this UFO is some sort of sneak preview. Perhaps it's my senior show, some new connection, or yet another form of life-altering change. Whatever it is, I just hope I'm ready for it when it comes.
My mom informed me yesterday that there was a Juneteenth festival going on not too far from where we live. I wish I had known this earlier that evening when I was bitching to myself about how blah the day had been. Saturday was cool, though. I went out thrifting with Steffani and found a few nice things. Next time, we oughta do it earlier and on a day with not so much customer traffic. We should also eat first. By the time we hit up "Bojo's Antique Mall" we were fucking spent. We both hadnt eaten a thing the entire day so that coupled with the mental exhaustion one would receive from merely thinking about all the shit we saw in that place would be enough to pass out.
After I drove Steffani home, I took myself home. I was walking up to my porch when the older lady who lives next door greeted me from the other side of the fence. One of the benefits of my new-found head-space is that it allows me to provoke discussion with people I know little to nothing about. As she was about to go in the house, I decided to ask her how she was doing. From there, I learned some pretty interesting things about her. I told her about my thrift shop ventures and she expressed interest in that sorta thing as well. She spoke of passions concerning upholstery, her dreams of a chartreuse couch.
Things are definitely better for me concerning that giant stick of bubble gum God chewed and placed inside my skull. This double-edge often allows us more tools to diagnose other issues in our lives. That said, perhaps this UFO is some sort of sneak preview. Perhaps it's my senior show, some new connection, or yet another form of life-altering change. Whatever it is, I just hope I'm ready for it when it comes.
My mom informed me yesterday that there was a Juneteenth festival going on not too far from where we live. I wish I had known this earlier that evening when I was bitching to myself about how blah the day had been. Saturday was cool, though. I went out thrifting with Steffani and found a few nice things. Next time, we oughta do it earlier and on a day with not so much customer traffic. We should also eat first. By the time we hit up "Bojo's Antique Mall" we were fucking spent. We both hadnt eaten a thing the entire day so that coupled with the mental exhaustion one would receive from merely thinking about all the shit we saw in that place would be enough to pass out.
After I drove Steffani home, I took myself home. I was walking up to my porch when the older lady who lives next door greeted me from the other side of the fence. One of the benefits of my new-found head-space is that it allows me to provoke discussion with people I know little to nothing about. As she was about to go in the house, I decided to ask her how she was doing. From there, I learned some pretty interesting things about her. I told her about my thrift shop ventures and she expressed interest in that sorta thing as well. She spoke of passions concerning upholstery, her dreams of a chartreuse couch.