written by Anonymous on 2015-Oct-23.

As I grow older the things I like are more fuzzy.  I am no longer a kid in a candy shop. My dentist says I should visit more often as she stares at me through her thick glasses prescribed for her near-sited-ness.  She is the one that needs to work less often.  The things that annoy me are more prevalent.  I am not waiting for lunchtime or for Friday cause inside this fet is my home.  The world is amazing.  I just have to figure out what part of it I should be enjoying right at this moment.  Its hard to tell.

It is interesting to see how facebook reacts when someone dies.  The network effect spreads like wild fire until our mothers start asking if they know the friend of a friend who is being R.I.P-ed.  There is a certain finality to death. Other things in life you can recover from, miss, sway back and forth and hope for a better future.  The little beautiful things. We all cope in different ways.  No one know whats will be the death of us but at least you can love the life you live - even if its not perfect.  Dont worry about life and give the best of you.  Live the life you love.  Do not spend your time being a self-righteous nuisance.

As I am writing this I am alone in a crowd of people. Obviously this is not my domain but I am hear now, waiting. I am the seeker. Staring at the Heinz bottle of ketchup - one third full.  Why am I here? I could certainly get cheaper food elsewhere, watch people walk by at room temperature. That is a tall glass of water that I will not consume for fear that it will spoil my appetite. To some people this might be commonplace; to me it is a moment in time - slowly drifting.

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