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Mar 2021
A day full of retail therapy
punctuated by anti-capitalism posts on facebook propogated by a person I've known since kindergarten.

Life can be funny in a way that doesn't make you laugh,
but at least it tries.
Isn't that enough?

I got mean-mugged by a stranger's bulldog through a window-front while folding my laundry on top of a surfboard that'd been repurposed as a table.

Purposes can be rearranged.
Full moons can rise over days that were strange, only to turn them into stranger nights.
But the strange can make things interesting sometimes.
That's got to count for something, right?

First day off after a month and a half of long days at sea.
I blew off every single plan I'd half-heartedly committed to on the smoke deck without feeling the least bit guilty.

Feelings can be unfriendly sometimes.
Sometimes you just have to choose "Me."
When I was in 3rd grade, my girlfriend from 2nd grade threatened to throw herself off of the tallest point of the tallest jungle gym after she'd found out that I'd gotten a new girlfriend. Unless I professed my undying love to her and only her, she was going to do it, she was going to jump. So I did, but only to spare her "life." You see, I didn't actually mean it. It wasn't until later in that week when I'd heard the song "You Gotta Be" by Des'ree while on the way to a restaurant in the family car that I actually decided to live up to the commitment I'd already made. I resolved to break up with my new girlfriend the next day, but she beat me to the punch. She broke up with me first, right before we lined up for lunch.

As I sat there eating alone, perhaps I'd thought to myself something along the lines of, "life is funny sometimes in a way that doesn't make you laugh."

Or perhaps not. But it's a story, right?
And stories shouldn't end before they're finished.

I want to see the rest of yours.
JDK
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JDK  35/M/Japan
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