People are bizarre. Poets would be out of biznizz if any of this interpersonal stuff made sense.
I ran into Meg at the grocery store the other night,out late buying stupid stuff like cheetos,ice cream and dubious sushi.It had been one of those days
.Oh my.Not prepared.Avoid her.Go look at bread.
In three minutes she will be gone.
Sure,she said she'd come over for dinner (and then I could show her the secret swimmin hole and the waterfall up by the grove...) but that was ages ago,and what-does she expect me to actually call her? Why in hell did she sign off that last Email with "you're so sweet." I had an instant crush on her,like a teenager.NO fair.
I don't need bread in the slightest.There is one checker on duty.
"OH-hey,how ya been?" "Good."
Deflect.Talk about rocks.
"That's a great necklace-spectralite,variety Labradorite"
"Yes,right"
"Be careful with it,it's brittle,easy to chip"
"oh,I know,I always worry when I set it down."
"Umm,yeah,I think it forms underwater...uhhh,"
"I think so,like opal"
"yes,aqueous,hydrated silica,but,uhh, feldspar calcium in this case,that's what I'm tryin ta say,umm brittle ,even more so than opal."
I am not dumbly glancing at her chest.We are discussing minerals.
"And your marauding MuMu cat is well?"
"Yup"
"Great.See ya."
She likes my music,is widely read,all smiles,said we should hang out and I would be truly,totally fine with just friendship,I'm good at that.
We click,easy repartee,but her eyes and her body strike me stupid.
Just an example of my mind overthinking everything and arriving at nothing.