And to think I almost followed my body and not my brain.
Not that it would have made an impact whatsoever on my life - maybe on my stomach, also, possibly broadening my spatial awareness of the Yonge and Eglinton area.
Strangers, acquaintances, or friends, we all know none of that would have fared well in the end. Not for anyone. Can't lie though, it sort of felt, right? Or that I was supposed to do it. It flowed, if that makes sense. And the truth is, I'll flop on pretty much anything if there isn't a direct consequence behind it - that includes work, ish. Depends. I'll flop on work, but not on money.
I'm not going to work, I'm going to make money.
See, because Kemeny doesn't like surprises, nor does she enjoy talking in the third person... She doesn't enjoy the unknown, nor does she enjoy talking in second person, either... I don't cope with anything at all. I'm confusing like that. Could be the anxiety. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't want money, or a husband, or clothes. The only thing I want right now is to live on my own. Or, to just be by myself. I really, truly don't want to be near any of you.
