With the 12 or so remaining minutes of battery life left on this laptop--
0:09 minutes as I am now reliably informed.
I have just had a moment.
"That's not unusual." I head you say, in your bold-type.
Yes, it is.
I've never placed myself as 'normal.' Normal doesn't exist in my mind, both as a regular and mentally ill person. Normal means as much to me as 'nice.' (I will elaborate on 'nice' at a later date.)
I'm wrestling in my head with this self-obsessed, whingy, asinine and nonsensical conflict over (What else) a woman.
0:05 (Yes computer I know don't fucking count down!)
We knew each other once, a while ago, about the time I was dating The Ex.
So, I asked myself "What am I scared of?" (Well, I asked 'what are YOU scared of?' but...)
I thought to myself "Maybe it'll be good for me. She's nouveau Bohemian, maybe I need to get back to my artistic roots.
Then I asked...
Am I too old to be Bohemian?