Although I guess if it were entirely it would mean I now wouldn’t feel the need to justify it, also pleasantly the post would end now.
What happens when you see or hear from someone that may have previously in a good way existed in your life, but now you can’t logically figure out who or what the fuck they are these days?
As most of my posts start, I don’t know. I have no freaking clue, what or who is going on, as usual I’m minding my own business walking down the street as best I can playing moderate air bass trying to block out modern society’s noise with other various mostly headphone encapsulated musical forms of noise when I see a girl. More accurately I see a girl I know, even more accurately I see a girl I know well enough to have previously been intentionally naked with several times…And if I haven’t already gone too far in over explaining, not one of those throw away ones either.
For a very short period of my life this girl was myth-like, a saga, the beginning to an unbelievable never ending story with myself and her in the leading roles riding a large white furry beast named Falcor. (Forget I said that last one cause besides sounding like a huge nerd it actually makes it sound worse than it may or may not have been)
That being said she still remained oddly attractive, but more to a different breed of human and not me. If I had to hazard a guess, a neon/pastel coloured tight t-shirt wearing, pretend music (that is only marginally music) authority, ready at the drop of a hat to talk about 5 year plans or how he “lives it up” on the weekends, which in truth would mean, if lucky, visiting display home villages in the outer family friendly man-made lake suburbs of “inner” Melbourne to check for future vacancies.
That is, If I had to guess of course.
Needless to say she wasn’t like this before, more sped up or slowed down or altered in some other way, minutes later when unexplainably I somehow had chose to be sitting down and was being talked at by this girl (when I could have been consciously destroying my liver), partially taking in details of how well her life had been going, moderately daydreaming about vermouth and go-go dancers, (Hey it’s my mind I can think what I want). Then she dropped in something that was to both grab back my attention and also summed up why things hadn’t worked originally with this girl, “So…Girlfriends? Boyfriends?”
Sorry? What?
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