My life is quite the most interesting imaginary toy I possess, and I’m taking it out for an experimental joy ride. My inner observer is back. I was watching today as we nagivated the complicated and infinitely interesting minefield of akwardness. A bit of hesitant maybe-maybe not. A smile, but not a frown, because that would make it even more messed up. Keep it nice, yes, friendly, yes.
There’s nothing quite like what might have been to make one doubt the intentions of another; nothing that can erase the slightly bitter tang of regret that comes of doing nothing.
And yet not having the courage to do something.
You’d imagine that wearing red would make you feel confident. Bold. Vibrant.
It just feels like a giant bullseye painted on you, and like you’re screaming – victim here, please attack!
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