It’s a Friday night and I’m squatting at a bus stop hoping a bus actually comes this time.
People probably think I’m crazy when they see me.
I’m always screaming and dancing when I go into idle mode. That is if I don’t have something to do, e.g., read or write.
It’s about to be 8 and I despise Google Maps.
I take that back—
I’m sitting on the bus now.
But! The bus number is different than the one listed on my phone and the bus stop so I’m allowed to be a little mad.
Something as small as that would never ruin my night.
I feel as if the more I write, the less I have to say.
Maybe I’m not a writer.
Maybe I’m someone who likes to write sometimes but only when I feel like it.
Is that what a writer is?
I enjoy writing.
And if I had to choose some sort of “career”, I would choose that.
And not a copywriter either.
Anyways, it’s been nice.
The world just keeps going and I can’t be mad at that.
I can’t be mad at anything really.
you already know.
Have a good night.