Sometimes

Sometimes when I walk down the street or sit on the bus I come across a person who is smiling. I dub these the "Smiley People," or for the sake of having to type less, the "SPs." SPs are alone. They are not on the telephone. Why are they smiling? I hope they just have something to be happy about. That would be nice. But SPs don't just look happy, they look like they are smiling about something in particular. I shouldn't overreact. Everyone has a great day once in a while where we all walk around as SPs. Yet this is unusual. Most of us aren't walking around with a giant grin because we don't want to look like idiots, and we don't want people to think we are laughing at them. This is my biggest problem with SPs. Did they just happen to think of a funny anecdote as I walked by? Or is there something on my face? Did the SP just get that joke Steve told her yesterday? Or is she snickering at my outfit? I just don't get it. Maybe one day I'll ask an SP "I'm sorry, did I do something worth laughing at? What are you smiling for?" and he'll say "No no, my wife just packed me a lunch today with a really cute note in it," and my mind will be at rest. Or he'll say "ya, you've got a giant boogie," and I will know it's me they smile about. Until then, I will not know what brings SPs into the world.

Sometimes I really crave a food. I spend time of money getting all the ingredients. I cook it all up or put it together. Then, a I sit down to it, I'm like "nope, I really don't want this at all. In fact, this is the last thing I want to see right now. Ugh." Then I get really upset about it and don't know what to do.

Sometimes I wonder if tin-foil would actually keep aliens out of your head or not.

Sometimes I come up with something amazing. The single best line for the single best poem ever. The rhyme, the metre, the metaphor...it's all perfect. The perfect twist for a story I'm working on. An image in my head that I am just itching to draw and put to paper. But I'm at work, or school, or walking somewhere. Then when I get home I have forgotten it all. What a waste. Then I get really upset about it for like 10 minutes. Then I stop being upset and eat food and watch TV.