Sometimes I think, “Why am I here?”
And then I think if I was never here, I could never say
“You had to have been there.” to somebody.
because really … that’s the best thing to say
… when someone wasn’t there.
note: if other people were never here, I’d probably think about them … because they sure wouldn’t. People who were never here never think about themselves: … they are pretty selfless.
I don’t know anyone like that though … for some reason.
double note: I don’t want to go to the “hereafter“; but I’d happily go to the “everafter“.
triple note: I found the kernel of this idea hiding in my drafts from 8 months ago. I don’t know what I was thinking then … some things never change.
quadruple note: I’m officially over my limit for uploading photos on WordPress. I will have to pull out my credit card and get an upgrade for the next post.
Today the kid that puked on my rug last week brought me a baumkuchen cake as an apology offering.