the silicon chip inside my head
23 Mar 09 - Monday - 6:16 p.m.
Have you ever met someone whom you knew would be better met under a different set of circumstances? The lingering regret at each word, each smile, each look exchanged is just so heartbreakingly awkward you wished things could be different even though you don’t actually want things to be different because you are good the way that you are. You just wished things were different because you don't really know what to do with all the awkwardness. You can't eat it, for starters. You can't sell it and make a quick buck either. It's just oppressively there and you just want it banished so that you don't have to be all shifty and weird.
I do not understand stupidity. I understand irresponsibility far less than I understand stupidity.
It is surprising how little or how much some people think of you. It is even more surprising that you find this out from the little gestures and the words spoken and unspoken.
It is equally amazing how I step into the taxi feeling fantastic, arrive in Court happy, leave Court feeling quite pleased with myself, step out of the taxi feeling contemplative, and five minutes later, step into the office feeling completely and utterly crap.
Maybe I am just a little bit oversensitive today.
Maybe it’s the lingering paint fumes in the corridors of the Court.
Maybe it’s just Monday.