Sometimes I wish that I could get a little bit of REAL adventure into my life, you know? Fight someone! Change something!
Sadly, I do the same thing every day instead. I mean, it’s not all bad. I get 3 meals a day. And I have all my teeth. And I can look up pretty much any information I want whenever I feel like it.
I stepped off the bus and onto the cold sidewalk. It’s only a short walk into the building, so I wasn’t wearing a jacket even though it was cold. I faced glass double doors that opened into a linoleum tiled floor, full of many people wearing varied clothing of style and hue. Blue jeans. Black sweat pants. Sweaters. Ski jackets. Like a coral reef, only with less sharks and more swearing. I said my hellos to the people I knew. I guess if I’m writing this journal with the show and tell rule that would be
So on. A couple dozen times. Most of these people are alright. No. Annoying. But good people. No. They’re mean to each other. But I like them. No wait. No I don’t. Which means that the only reason that I’m nice to them is conflict avoidance.
So I’m not a good person either.