Sep 2015
Just when you think you're doing okay,
just when you think your life might finally be headed in the right direction,
someone from your past walks by in the grocery store.
They don't have to be someone who was particularly special or important to you or your life at any point.
They don't even have to be a friend.
Regardless of who they are,
they never fail to remind you that your life is not actually ok--
it's in shambles,
and suddenly that oh-so-genuine smile on your face
cuts into you like so much shattered glass,
because your life *****,
and nothing you have done up to this point can actually change it at the end of the day.
just when you think your life might finally be headed in the right direction,
someone from your past walks by in the grocery store.
They don't have to be someone who was particularly special or important to you or your life at any point.
They don't even have to be a friend.
Regardless of who they are,
they never fail to remind you that your life is not actually ok--
it's in shambles,
and suddenly that oh-so-genuine smile on your face
cuts into you like so much shattered glass,
because your life *****,
and nothing you have done up to this point can actually change it at the end of the day.
August 30, 2015
I was literally at the store, getting groceries, when an old acquaintance from a few years ago walked by in my peripheral vision. I recognized his face, though his name took a moment. I was surprised he remembered my name...
Anyway, I chatted with him and his lovely wife, made the usual resolutions to hang out some time, etc.
After they left, though, I was just struck with a feeling of what could be called existential nihilism. I really don't know. It just ******.
On a side note, it reminds of a tattoo an ex once mentioned: "Life's a b*tch and then you die."
I was literally at the store, getting groceries, when an old acquaintance from a few years ago walked by in my peripheral vision. I recognized his face, though his name took a moment. I was surprised he remembered my name...
Anyway, I chatted with him and his lovely wife, made the usual resolutions to hang out some time, etc.
After they left, though, I was just struck with a feeling of what could be called existential nihilism. I really don't know. It just ******.
On a side note, it reminds of a tattoo an ex once mentioned: "Life's a b*tch and then you die."
