For some reason I have the line, “Picking out my ‘fro with my fist-comb” stuck in my head. See link for source. That being said, I started a conversation with myself. Turns out, I’m still a dick. Go figure. Sad thing is that I just wrote that for the effect. I’ve consistently had conversations with myself for as long as I can remember. It’s not like I’ve ever terribly been close to anyone. Even when I DID have an abundance of “friends”.
Got distracted by something for a bit and dropped the flow. Sadly I guess that equates to the start of a new paragraph. Almost dropped another “go figure,” depressing, I know.
What was this even supposed to have been about I wonder now. Not much has changed since…oh, yesterday. Maybe I just…. Actually let me scratch this thought first.
I’m still searching for kin. The spirit kind of course. Someone or something out there that gets me. Like really, REALLY, “gets” me. So, until that days comes, I’ll continue to reach out. Nothing new with that declaration either but it just popped in all of a sudden. So, back to the random I guess.
I don’t know if I’m doing any of this right but here goes anyway.