:: Tuesday, September 17, 2002 ::

"Lock all the doors and turn out the lights..." (John Mayer)

Why do I analyze so much? (And yes, I fully realize the irony in that question.) Why do most of my conversations never actually take place? Why do most relationship stages play out in my brain? And why the hell am I always left to pick all things existing and non from the atomsphere? My encoding filters are spent from working overtime basically my whole life.
I wish I had an off-switch. I wish I could sit back and greet Life As It Comes with a cheery smile and lemonade. There's no fun in situations when I've already lived every possible outcome...

"The volume's down,
Blue lights are dancing around,
And still I can't seem to find
The quiet inside my mind."

In other news, I am a walking anomaly tonight [this morning]. Picture a bright orange "Rusty" t-shirt, Christmas-flavored plaid pants, and fuzzy leopard-print slippers. Yes.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 3:16 AM :: + ::