Picture Yourself In The Living Room

I've been thinking about Itchy a bit recently. I kinda miss her. She was a hoot. And, even though she's a shield of sorts, she was free. Freer. To say things. Even if she was saying them in very vague ways, she was freer.

Freer. That doesn't look right. Fee-er feels better to me but probably isn't right. But I'm sticking with it.

So, yeah. Free-er. I liked the feeling of the free. Or, I dunno. Maybe she wasn't really free-er. Maybe I'm just bored with my life now for dumb reasons and looking for excuses. Or straws. Or something that makes sense here.

It's not like I have anything really to say. Anything I need to share. Anything I can't just blurt out. Not really. Or, maybe I do...but I can't. Or feel that I shouldn't. Or I'm making them all to be bigger than they are. I dunno.

Itchy seemed to get out more. She seemed to do more people watching. More observating. She seemed to be more aware of crazy things going on around her. Like pilots losing their keys in stripper's g-strings and things of that sort. She could spin these observations in an amusing manner. She seemed to have a funner life than what I feel my life is. Even though they are one in the same.

But are they?

I dunno. I'm not sure where I'm going with these thoughts or if I'm going anywhere. Maybe I'm just doing a pressure release. *pfh-shooooooo*

Or maybe I need to come back here. Maybe I'm feeling too out in the open for my liking. We'll see. I'll ponder a bit.

But knowing that I'm having these thoughts makes me super happy I stuck with my gut feeling and kept the lid on this place. Even with new people in my life. That was a good call. I use my thinking part sometimes after all...