Maybe

i want to be oblivious to everything, naive to people and what they do, to themselves and to others. Interaction. Its a daily ritual. In public we weave in and out, around each other in an intricate dance of avoidance so we dont actually touch them. On our way to what ever it is that we do to occupy us and give our lives temporary meaning. Why must I be so callously aware and critical of others? I slept over at my friend Taylors house last night. Her stepmom made corn chowder for soup. tell me how does reading this impact your life? The momentary capture of your interest and attention is too brief to have meaning for you, So why am I even writing this?