Brain Dribble

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Saturday, April 23, 2005

One Thing After Another

So, I have this boyfriend dude. (he has a couple blogs... check out TheProfessor!) And he's great. He's wonderfull. We've been going out for almost eight monthes now. Yet still,still, I don't understand my baby. So, I wonder, does anyone ever understand anyone else?

...does anyone even understand me!?...

There was this guy at the bus stop yesterday, my best friend Nathan and I call him Wierzy (wierd-crazy). He was talking to himself... yelling and speaking in "foriegn" languages. At first, I looked for a jar or hat with coins in it - the things he was saying sounded like lines from a play. Something like Sin City, an old, corney, overacted 1920's detective thing. First, he was saying that he had "found the badge" but he "didn't do it!" And then, he was speaking something that sounded like Chinease or something... for a couple minutes... complete with waving hands and kung-fu poses. He sat next to a woman on a bench and started talking about how high "we" were and heroin and cocain. He went on and on and we listened to him, I was laughing while Nathan listened like he was telling a story.

Suddenly, Wierzy gets up and walks tword Nathan, quite and suddenly with even steps. He looks at him - I'm not sure how because I couldn't get myself to look him in the face, afraind that I'de either be pulled into his world or...something - and says in a somewhat loud but even voice and says, "You think this is real funny. Laugh it up, boy. This could be you." Then he turns around and starts spouting crazyness again like nothing happend.

Just goes to show you that you should never expect anything from anyone.

...And that I have no point...

Never be too comfortable in your own skin. You just never know.

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