What is it about people? Darn, this milk is delicious. I mean, I feel like lately at work, I have become the Red Foreman while at work while also working too hard on myself to get everything done . This chocolate chip cookie is filled with caramel?! Thank you, Dee! At the end of the shift, I can tie that to the rest of my day and balance it all. However, I finished work thinking what a rough day. I need to refill my milk.
Why am I letting this rough time affect my entire feeling of the day? It's natural to blame an event for ruining the day. However, I liked how the rain was the most comforting part of today. It was relaxing. Peaceful. So, emotionally balanced that I decided to read outside on the porch while the rain poured down.
I went where I needed to go when I was reading. While at work, I was not where I needed to be in my mindset. It's tough. No doubt about it. Easier for some because they don't have to think about the details. It can be easier for those who think about everything and overthink it, yet they found a system that works for them.
Now the headache comes. I want to keep writing, but nothing really comes to mind. It's amazing how I can be so gung ho right after the rough day and plan on staying up. Then, within an hour of being home and eating one cookie with milk...BAM! Headache hits, possibly about being tired. Even though I am not really that tired.
So, I might keep writing. People reading this must be annoyed or upset because now they are reading about me writing every detail and thought coming out of my mind right now. Are you tired of this yet?
I'm not.
Anyone watch good shows or movies? If so, would you like me to review them. I'm not sure why no one really cares too much about these mediums when they are pulling the emotions and connectivity of people everywhere. Obviously, there are incredible amounts of bad or terrible shows for the mind or just for the art, but we all accept that we have a show we like.
Why do we have a favorite show? Is it relaxing to the brain? Does a show actually drive all emotions or just clear your mind? For me, I obviously watch for the story and acting. Great stories, screenwriting and acting can lead to a tremendous output and strong delivery of a message.
Well, I had 21 page views on 9/4 of 2016. That's pretty cool! You might not think so because you just want me to write about something. So, let it be for a few seconds.
I left the light on. I'm running away, and I think about leaving the light on. Oh, hold on, I'm giving up on all of my life right now, but I need to turn around and turn off the light because whoever tracks me down is going to bill me so hard with that electricity bill. Maybe that's a good thing though.
Focusing on something so normal can be the vacation in my mind I need right now. In the words of the historically inaccurate, this ships going down!
My friends, the ones who know, are waiting for me. Well, they should be. They don't know anything about this situation. Why does it matter to tell them about it? It doesn't. In fact, the less they know, the better. I might accidentally get stuck with them for a while though if they find out. Not because they want to help, but because they will be drawn to it as well.
My family will think I ran away because of my problems I've been having at school and work. My friends, if they never find out about the truth, will think I am running away from my massive debt. It can be crushing, but chip it away slightly it can be therapeutic. No. This is not it.
Those classmates and workers who know who I am slightly might think I might be evading taxes or a crime I committed. They might even have false ideas of who I am already and want to play out their own fantasy. Luckily, I know the majority know me, but could care less what's going on with me. I don't blame them. It's going to save them in the end.
I need to let one other person know what I am escaping from, but that's my first stop. He knows what's going on. He warned me about this thing. Of course, the hard part is finding this man. Supposedly, this guy knows me better than I know myself.
Two weeks ago (yes a freaking fortnight - cliche), I was walking up the stairwell of the apartment and saw a note lying on the ground. Looked like a scrap of paper. I never really focus on trash lying around, but this one sparkled. No, not like glittery wrapping paper. Actually a sparkling shine to it. When I picked it up, it felt like silk. I flipped it over and on the paper was an asterisk.
The asterisk was in blue and red ink.
If it was not for the misleading look and feel of this piece of paper, I would have thrown it as soon as I picked it up. There, at the top of the stairwell, I met the man. More like my face met his fist. I do not know what he looked like other than he had a very long red beard and red hair. Could have been a disguise because I was seeing stars through an opaque shield covering my eyes. My grip on that paper was loose enough to let that strange man take it.
Once again, I easily could have just chalked it up to being a random attack over a strange piece of paper. Why chase after him? Why go after the mysterious blue/red asterisk on a mysterious paper scrap?
Simple, two weeks pure torture.
To be continued....
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