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You ever get the sense

like someone is constantly

riding your ***

 

I have been living with my grandma

who weighs maybe 280

and has arthritis in...

well, everything it seems,

and i've never seen her move

from her reclining chair

until i came here.

Then i started to notice something strange,

she gets up and finds a reason to move

into whatever room

i go into.

 

I've given up talking to her

because she never has anything interesting to say;

just things like

"It's sunny outside today,"

(she only goes outside to get in her car)

or "I'm feeling warm, what's the thermostat at?"

(she sweats bullets any time it's warmer than 72 degrees)

or "If you're making a sandwich,

could you make me one too please?"

(i'm not going into how much she eats)

or, on a really special day

she'll coment on the activities of the neighbors

that she can spy on from her window

next to her chair

(i almost always have to pull the blinds up for her).

 

Even now as i'm writing this

she's found her way to where i am,

and i've never heard someone

make so much noise while reading a newspaper.

She seems to fold and crinkle and giggle

just so i'll know she's there

 

Still,

i always do find it amusing

how everyone in the world acts like a child

and is afraid to be alone.

Some people solve this through

***

or parties

or drinking

or wealth

or online chat rooms

or military service

or church

ect, ect, ect...

 

Me?

I just jot stuff down

and pretend that someone else will read it.

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Aug 8, 2010
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