it's late and i'm awake and thinking about how funny it is to communicate with people who have no idea what you are talking about. it may be a story. it may be an idea. they may give a nod or a quick response to end the thought. i'm not sure.
i walked home with a friend this evening who asked valid questions and then looked away when i answered. his pace was fast and my headache was growing with each step toward home. he responded to each facial expression with a story about something he did at some point in his life that had no relevance to the topic at hand. he is older. he claimed to have understood each thing that i addressed with regard to my life. to me, age is completely irrelevant. at least age as we know it. there are young people who blow my mind with their maturity and people much older than me who blow my mind with their ignorance. age is relative.
a close friend had a birthday today and i joined her for dinner. other friends were there. there was a woman i had never met. she was annoying and twitched. i wondered what she was on. figured it was pills. she sat next to me and stepped on my feet all night in intervals that i couldn't predict. she touched my arm a lot. she made me feel uncomfortable with the volume of her voice. she told me several times that she was a photographer and that i should wear my hair down. i looked into the mirror for a great amount of time when i had to use the restroom. i pulled my hair back to spite her. it may have been a bad decision.
i feel like an alien sometimes. i talk too much and realize later than no one is listening. i talk to myself and people notice; especially when i am working. i don't really care. i know what i'm talking about. i listen. i fail to give good advice.
