I am growing in stages. Unfortunately, delayed stages, but growing nonetheless. So, life goes.
I live in a state of observation, which is interesting. I see the interactions, however, I am not a part of them which fascinates me. It's almost like I am watching a play and I get to see hand gestures, facial expressions and the like.
I guess I am a voyeur. People fascinate me. What is a normative reaction for some, is not for all. I think that it makes me a better writer. Haven't written in sometime, and hope to start that up again. I tired brain does not make a good writing, or cohesivenesses (or spelling for that matter) exhibit A...this.
Why, must I always tell you what I am doing and where I am going? I am almost three centuries old...why must I explain everything...annoyance in the extreme. If I want to dress to impress let me...
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