The kid’s only like 17, just doing his job as cashier.
“Yeah, yeah fuck off.”
I can’t help myself…and I thought I used to hate the holidays…
Aye, it’s official; I would forget my head pretty wherever I go right now, if the fuckin thing wasn’t attached to my body…I stashed my phone in the refrigerator door yesterday, and proceeded to search myself into a frenzy for an hour before being forced to leave without it…luckily, one of the guys took it out and put it on my bed with a note that read,
“You might wanna check your purse and make sure you don’t have a quart of milk somewhere loose in there.”
I walked out of the store earlier without the ginormous 20 pack of toilet paper I had already purchased, somehow…yes, I am a scattered wreck…at least I remembered the toilet paper before I started the car and drove home. I forget huge parts of my life, in all honesty…it’s an element of detaching that I am already quite familiar with…but, it’s extra severe right now.
I don’t forget to be genuine though,
I never seem to forget my deeply feeling nature,
I don’t PICK and CHOOSE which elements of my world I’d like to swipe aside or delete,
I don’t get a say in which elements will become painfully renewed and re-surfaced
One thing I don’t really understand about what seems to be the better majority of people, is how capable they are of simply PICKING and CHOOSING human elements to add or delete from their lives as they see personally necessary…it’s sad. It’s sad because it seems to me that more and more people have become “the emotional light switch”: completely capable and comfortable with an interchangeable warm body beside them. Whatever, light switch people SUCK…it’s crazy how soon we forget things we say to others, things we swear by – define ourselves with – take oath to…for it to mean nothing more than a few deleted web pages and a disturbingly seamless shift in one’s focus.
People are fucking lame.
That’s another thing I can’t seem to forget.