camaraderie

My neighbors and my family's mailboxes are connected. And for as long as I can remember, the mailboxes have been the same. But now my neighbors just upgraded their mailboxes, and so theirs is different from ours.

They broke the camaraderie between us.

Why did you do this, neighbors?

I sometimes get on the internet, hoping that it will point me in a direction.

(it used to do this quite well, but not anymore.)

bread

If I were rich, I'd waste a lot of money. For instance, right now, I'd go pay someone to make me a huge fake piece of bread so that I could lay it on the side of the road, and make people double take and ask, "was that just a big piece of bread on the side of the road?"

You'll recognize this one.

When I'm older, I'll probably fail at everything and end up becoming a vending machine re-filler, or something.

But, here, it's not all in vein; listen to my plan:

When I fill up these vending machines, I'm going to do something. I'm going to.. I'm going to put two pieces of candy in one little slot.....so that when you come galloping up to get your sugar fix, so that when you flatten out your crumpled up dollar bill and put it into the machine, so that when you eye your kit-kat bar, when you press A-7, when you are expecting to only get one piece of candy....

whoops, two will fall out.



And then happiness will seize you for an instant; and I want you to think that the universe is conspiring in your favor.

It is.

bright

And I replied,

"It's like the morning, when I wake up. My blinds closed, my lights on, me reading a book. And I read, and I get used to where I am. I get used to the lighting, I get used to the artifice. But then I peek out my blinds, just to see outside, just for a second, and I see...

brightness.

And it always surprises me; I never can imagine that it can get, just that bright."

.

just drank a can of soda with a straw

while listening to someone outside yelling, every half a minute, "Lola, come!"

You'd think they could vary up their commands to their dog, every once in a while.


(It was a great night, though, thanks)

eyesight

I like having poor eyesight, and having the option of either having my contacts/glasses on and seeing clearly, or not being able to see squat.

I like waking up and seeing fleeting, blurry colors that make no sense to me.

I like my world, sometimes, completely senseless. I like feeling lost. I just like nothing being clear, every once in a while.

And if my vision was infallible.... none of this would happen, and it just wouldn't be right.