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Agh, damn. My toe just started to itch inside my shoe and I can’t scratch it. Well, there’s no good way to really scratch your toe anyways, so i usually end up using one foot to kind of squish and grind the other so my foot rubs against the inside of my shoe, and hopefully that’ll be good enough to scratch it, but sometimes it makes it worse. Why does my toe itch? Ugh, it feels like it’s actually inside my toe, too. And of course the more i talk about it it doesn’t go away because you really just need to distract yourself to make itches go away. I wonder if itches and hiccups come from the same place? Itches are a weird thing. You know exactly where they are, but at the same time they don’t really exist. An itch is just a feeling, a sensation; but it’s more a location than anything. It’s weird because it’s a feeling that’s unprovoked, like your body got bored or something and need to test that everything still works, so it sends one of your nerves out on a mission. I really have no idea what I’m talking about, but my toe stopped itching… damn, there it is again.

I want to go on an adventure. I want to miss my flight and have to hitchhike home. I want to do something stupid. I want to tell a story that I didn’t make up. She’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a girl. I want to take her on an adventure and laugh and get into trouble, do stupid things, and then get out of it together. I want to tell that story with her.

I think I’d make a good life coach or counselor. I’m really good at convincing people that they have what it takes, that they can do it, and that they can succeed, and then giving them reasons why. I’m especially good at doing this to myself, but somehow when I tell myself I can succeed and rise up to overcome the most unfavorable odds it comes off as self-delusion, a dream only kept alive by words and not by reaching out and pulling that dream into reality. In other words; something you can only see in the mirror. This is only true because I have to keep encouraging myself because I haven’t risen up to anything yet.

How fast are you supposed to run when you hear footsteps? I suppose that’s what makes us different–everyone’s got a different speed.                   Why are you supposed to run?

That moment when someone you know is having “a moment,” but it’s not really there moment to have a moment, however it takes you right out of the moment even though everyone was kind of having their own moment anyways.