If I’m
leaving my solitude it better be a masterpiece
1:25 in the afternoon. Listening
to Vivaldi while I sit with the thought of a friend. Maybe I should just reach
out to her?
Or write about Egypt after reading something that didn’t really explain what
makes Egypt Egypt. It’s like, if you’re already that far from home, why spend
your time on stuff that feels the same as everywhere else? Why fly to Egypt if
you’re just gonna ignore thousands of years of history, especially its
mathematical foundations?
If I were undercover, I’d note the
shisha and the everyday things happening in between that most tourists probably
miss. But I’m just a low-budget human. I better see the stuff that actually
explains why it was one of the greatest empires to ever exist.
I just do
what I enjoy
I don’t really pay attention to how many books
I get through in a month or a year or whatever, like how I’ve never really
cared about laundry or friend counts or who I even talk to.
Anyways, I’m gonna grab some bread and ice cream for my lil sis.
A Thought
That Spiraled
Around 7 p.m. I came across
something earlier and started thinking, what do I actually like?
Solitude. Piecing together
patterns. Looking at things from a bird’s eye view. And that feeling when I
finally understand something, like when Holmes explains something to Watson and
he finally gets what was obvious the whole time. And then, how the universe
works. ‘Cause to me, the universe is just like the biggest cold case out there.
Based on that, what MBTI would you
say I am?
I’m fine with whatever. I’m just kind of watching my mind the way a kid watches
clouds change shape.
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