I've abandoned any and all logical attempts at making sensible conversation while trying to ignore the strange news ticker scrolling across the inner surface of my skull:
...god work was long my legs hurt i’m hungry what should i eat oh look free samples i can’t believe mom and dad will be here next week maybe a tomato and an avacado fancy running into him here why did the free sample have to be bleu cheese now my breath stinks i can’t forget to deposit my paycheck in the morning i need dog food maybe i’ll go to the thrift store tomorrow i need coffee ice cream sounds good i forgot to put a gold star sticker on my progress chart at home oh look mushrooms i need to finish that letter i wonder what my art piece will look like when it’s done what else was i going to do tomorrow before work huh sautéed garlic honey and miso that sounds delicious i certainly have plenty of rice to put it on why is talking so hard for me god i must sound like a moron sometimes i really don't want to walk up this hill...
It never ends.
So I've decided to just hide in my room with my glue stick, scissors, and a stack of old angsty poems and accept the fact that when I DO go out in public I'm going to be distracted and awkward.
And hopefully people will find it endearing.
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