Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon . . . What was that?
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Most of my time, I think other people’s thoughts, read other people’s words, wait for the newest tidbit to distract me from visiting the space in my head. I was on my way to do that when this hit upon me, this being the thought of me searching for distraction. I’ve taken to jotting down these thoughts in short, segmented musings that focus on the terribly internal processes that fire off inside my head. As most people, my mind spins almost constantly reflecting on how other stuff affects me. It’s sad to think that almost everyone is thinking about the same thing: themselves.