Hi, my name is Harris, and I'm a morning person.

Hi, my name is Susie, and I'm a night person.

Hi, my name is Trevor, and I'm not a fucking morning person or a fucking night person. Fuck this shit.

Do you ever get it where you see someone, but it's at a sort of funky angle for you, so normally you wouldn't have seen the someone, and so you just go on like you don't see the someone? But for the someone it's not at all a funky angle and you are fairly certain they see you. And then you wait for the someone to say hi, but they never say hi, so you finally give in and act like you are looking off to the side, and suddenly see them, and give a "hi!"

And then the someone looks all surprised and excited and exclaims "hi!"

But really, you secretly know the someone is lying...and wouldn't have said hi.

Pish posh.

Today I was in a theatre type setting and I was watching people performing skits and each skit lasted for about 2 minutes and then it would go dark and then the people would get ready for the next skit.

That meant there was about 10 seconds of total blackness.

And I liked it.

One could do anything without the watchful eyes of society horning in on him. And no, I don't mean completely vile, disgusting things. Personal things, like maybe a nose pick, a crotch scratch, a re-adjustment. I don't know. Smelling one's armpit to see if one needs deodorant.

The point is, there was this brief period of time where one could escape from the goading eyes of society.

And it was nice.

.........Shut up.

You know what's sad to me?

If one hasn't seen someone for a long time; someone's been away at some marvelous destination. One asks someone, "How was it" or "What was it like" or "What did you do". And then someone just responds generically, "you know, good" or "pretty good" or "not too much."

And that's when one realizes that someone doesn't exist.

No wait... he exists; just miles and miles and miles away.

I made progress today. Because usually I am an indecisive human; I find it hard to believe when someone has a feverish view on something...because things are just so hard to know for certain.

But today I found out something. I made progress.

I figured out body wash isn't for me.

Bar soap will do, thanks.

Whenever whomever made me made me, he or she cast his or her finger down upon me and said, “This here person shall go through life with a curse! Every time he forgets to tip someone (and by “forgets to tip someone” I mean he is too stupid to realize he needs to tip someone), every time he realizes he didn’t tip someone, he shall WITHER away and suffer complete agony, because he feels so ashamed of not tipping the someone. And he won’t be able to get it out of his head as well.” And then whomever made me probably walked away.

.................I was cursed, it’s true.

I used to hate red lights.

Now they're my favorite.