For The People Who Have Bits and Pieces of Me That I Never Gave Them

23 December, 2018

The thing that bothers me the most about being an adult is the amount of three-on-a-scale-of-one-to-ten-relationships I have to maintain. When you're a kid, everyone is your friend. As a teenager you have a select group of friends and BUT as an adult you have a bunch of friends, half friends, quarter friends, and five percent friends. And you have to make small talk with every person you meet and keep them in your pocket. You have to go and say hi to them when you see them in a supermarket even though you've only ever interacted with each other twice . . . unless you're like me and you'll walk all the way to the produce section to avoid waving at somebody.

On Wanting People

17 December, 2018

When I look at people I want to know what they're thinking. I want to know who they want to be and where they want to go and how they've changed. I think I can't ask them all these questions or get the answers I'm looking for, either inspiration or perfection.

Lately I've been trying to put people into boxes. Telling myself that I want to make them want me as much as I want them. Isn't that weird? To want people? You can't want another person because people come and they go and just because they come doesn't mean they belong to you because everyone is always their own . . . right?

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