I am many people, a mask for every situation. The real me is lazy and lets that happen, watches from somewhere and doesn't get involved. You think I am listening to you. My masks are skilled at attentive expressions, but I'm somewhere else. Writing the next line of a poem. Visualizing the process of getting ready to and going fishing tomorrow. Thinking through a long, detailed argument to disprove an opinion full of errors I thought up myself. Figuring out how to fix something that isn't broken yet. When I say I will change and work harder to pay attention, that might not be me talking.