I think that, probably, I must have made up my mind about what I wanted from life a long time ago; that would explain my issue when it comes to making any sort of change from day to day. I like wearing T-shirts that are two sizes too big (regardless of the fact that it makes me look like Pavarotti and Stay Puft's brow furrowing love-child) because it makes me feel like a big cuddly monster.
I probably made up my mind and then for some reason forgot about it straight away, only to spend the next however many years chasing memories, barefoot and naked, down frozen seaside streets. Why can't I buy normal T-shirts like everyone else?
Now, that said amount of years later, it occurs to me that my decision making faculties are horrendously flawed. This is not unlike how other people's decision making faculties are horrendously flawed, with the one exception being that I can actually live through mine and actually do so on a semi-regular basis.
Who am I? What am I on this earth to do? How many smurf hats could I plausibly fit inside my mouth? These are just some of the questions that plague us all. Perhaps I might answer some of them.
Or I could just end up metaphored on the streets again, sea breeze in my hair.
... Hopefully the seagulls are friendly.
