Wednesday, October 31, 2001
Sometimes you don't realize how much you miss things until you get to do them again. I want to go back to a time when I get to go door to door and have strangers give me things, and talk to me and smile warmly and enjoy themselves through my happiness. Now the closest I get is going from room to room and having a bucket offered to me from someone who is on the phone with 2 people on hold. A slight smile of acknowledgement and it's back to work. How am I any different from them when I am walking around in my black shirt with my orange hawaiin shirt on top. It's not a costume, but its still more than most was my thinking.
Do all posts on life in general become personal rants like this? I hope not. Sometimes I want to have just pure unedited "this was my day" kind of stuff and not have to think about how the events fit into my entire life and how writing about them will help me reflect upon them and build me into a better person.


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