There are many times in a day that I question my sanity.
For example, I catch myself daydreaming and spacing out about doing oddities in the most mundane of situations.
I wish to dance in the sidewalk,
Sing in the library,
Walk the opposite way in an escalator,
Roll around in the grass…
Then it gets weirder, or more–yeah, I guess weirder covers it. Things like:
Jumping out of an open window,
Screaming when it’s quiet,
Carrying a flag with donut on it to confuse people,
Walking around town wearing a box on my head,
Dancing on bus benches.
Yeah, I think i’ll stop there to save myself from uh–embarrassment I guess you would call it (not that it will stop me from writing about stuff like this anyways).
I am weird, but hey, I am alive, I gotta be something.