Gedankenexperiment

Olive green turtleneck, dark denims, Birkenstocks , cafe latte in one of those mugs with something silly like "#1 Dad" or "World's Best Bastard". The T.Vs turned onto some news channel or the other, who really cares, he knows his morning routines are pretty much scripted to whatever was on that show with the normal family in that average house somewhere Downtown, or whatever. If he wanted to, he'd probably be pulling out a warm pair of his own jeans from the oven, in the nude, with a toothbrush still in his mouth, it's amazing how easy it is to picture yourself doing that. But once you leave the house, and interact with well dressed people, you feel dirty, immediately deleting the memory of that morning and replacing it with something,

Normal.
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Welcome to my take on people and society in general. I'm not the best at what I do, but that's only because I have no idea what I'm doing, the story may shift here and there, there may not be a story at all , I may guide you into many walls, but I guarantee, the nano-second of disappointment will not be alien to you, an emotional medic that's constantly working in your head, keeping you content, making you feel important, building ego, repairing fault lines after a fight. If you really aren't feeling that familiar self-worth, it's likely that your medic is stuck in traffic.

"Can I get the cheapest vodka you have?".


D.W