Snow peas will brighten my day, so they say. I can argue for just the opposite. Indeed, McDonalds, indeed.
I often stare into space when I am deep in thought, which is most of the time. It gets me into trouble. We are in class, group project. She is across from me. I am thinking. I am staring into the void beyond her. She sees my gaze and follows it around her shoulder. I focus onto what she is looking at. The teacher is bending over! Nooooooooo! Oh the impression! Oh the misunderstanding! Oh the unpleasantry! It gets me into trouble.
But you will never know me, girlie...just as the public pervert classmate. What does it matter?
"Oh yeah, that's that one pervert." It's almost entertaining to imagine.
As the population grows, we grow too comfortable of each other's presence. No more turn signals. There are people that just drift around now. They drift from lane to lane and go as they please, with no warning. This is when conformity proves useful...to keep us from crashing. What happens if semi-trucks stop using their turn signals? What then? Shall we just be smooshed off of the road? Into the weeds? And I have seen certain trucks do this! Not semi-trucks, but large enough! Like Uhaul-sized trucks! Maniacs!
I still have to brush my teeth. And floss. No one likes flossing. Or brushing their teeth. No one flosses either. I'm just trying to prevent this one cavity that the dentist warned me about. There are people that get all of their teeth removed and have implants put in. It sounds strange at first, but the concept grows ever more attractive the more I think about it. All you have to do is keep them clean. No rotting. But there has to be a catch.
I'll fire a snow pea out of a blowgun right up your ass, McDonalds. Now there's a thought!
I feel so playfully hostile. Don't take my empty threats seriously.
I am but an old man in a young man's body.
