written by owen on 2007-Nov-25.

At some point in life you'll end at the supermarket late at night. Sometimes one thing leads to another and you just have to be there. It happens to me a lot - trading fame for love. In America everything is open twenty four hours which spoils the fun. Here in Jamaica I like to get there at about 9 o'clock, a full hour before it closes. When the lines are long and the kids are so tired that they just sit in the trolly or cry for someone to pick them up. No-matter how hard an experience seems while I'm going through it, it always at the end seems like a learning experience - a substitute for love. Candy Perfume Girl.

I do not have a car which maximizes the amount of random people I will have to interact with on my way to and from the supermarket. I suppose that when that changes I will have to adapt - carry these sins to the ocean floor. Adapting is not quiet the same as pretending that your happy. Adapting lasts longer and is quiet easier to maintain, with less regret. Not everything goes back to square one, somethings change, water washes over you. A high you can't come down from. The price is paid and there is nothing left to grieve.

There are forces with me that I can't control, blessing that I can't curse, oceans which I cannot swim. I would rather not change you. You are who you are, to thine own self be true. Its much easy when you don't have to teach somebody to love you, it just happens. Quicker than a ray of light. Just the way you are. Its often hard to tell why the other people are there at the supermarket - this late at night. On a Sunday night, because no body is in a hurry. The supermarket tends to have a higher mix of people, its not an escape from anything like a hotel. The only problem is that you can't eat while your there - which is ridiculous. It leaves you wanting more.

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