Maybe whoever invented self control wasn’t such an idiot. At least he knew how to survive. Maybe I should try it someday. Maybe someday I’ll shut my mouth and not mess things up. Ha, and maybe someday I’ll learn that sarcasm doesn’t solve everything. While I’m dreaming, maybe someday I’ll find Atlantis, and Avalon, and Mount Olympus, and own a villa on the coast of Italy. Maybe my summer allergies will go away. And maybe not. I have bigger things to hope for. I’M TIRED OF “MAYBE”S!!!! I want something definite!
I just found something definite. I’ll never make sense – not to myself, not to anyone else. And that in itself makes sense and is definite enough for the moment. See, I have my own survival technique. Genius am I.
(Make sense?)