Kevin Wells

Where Creativity Comes to Die

An Update of Unsubstantial Proportions

School, School, doing nothing, School.  Pretty much all I’ve been up to since the last entry in this unread site.  I finally figured out why I don’t have cable and will solve that on Thursday.  Sitting here though these past three weeks without TV, I’ve had a lot of time to think.  I’ve realized what a miserable wretch I am, and I’ve realized that I’ve got to change.  My problem is that I’m socially awkward and trying to connect with people even for the briefest of moments is often beyond me.

There is also my problem of being a loner.  Ive been a loner for as long as I can remember, however, I’m a torn loner.  When I’m with people I want to go someplace and be alone, and when I’m alone, I want to go someplace where there are people.  I guess I kind of know how the elderly feel when I see them sitting on a park bench or a mall bench just watching people.  Even if I’m not actually a part of that group that walks by me, I still at least have human contact enough that if I suddenly drop of a heart attack that someone would come to my rescue.

What I think I want to do for this coming weekend is go and buy a bottle of Mojitos and use it as a crutch, which is odd because crutches are supposed to keep you from falling down.  Who knows what I’ll do, most likely nothing of any particular interest to anyone, including myself.

One last thing, I discovered this morning at about two or three AM much to my dismay, that during said times, the trash and recycle trucks come and empty out the complex’s bins.

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