That guy walking next to you,or that one walking in the opposite direction.
What do you think he’s thinking about?
Are you not the least bit curious?
Does it ever enter your mind?
Maybe a good guy, maybe a bad guy, maybe a nobody.
Maybe a real bad guy, but maybe a good guy too.
You don’t know.
And it feels like a waste of time, trying to know.
“no points in here,, nothing to figure out or understand”
But,
If you were into this bizarre pastime , there’s enough people to keep you busy for life.
In terms of being a chameleon,
When I listen to someone or I read their thoughts,for a brief amount of time,I’m able to mimic their voice.
Not so much voice,but more like the process behind a voice.
How their computer connects little dots.
It’s a trick I never knew I had, personality mirroring, but it made sense in music.
If you’re going to play someone’s guitar line,you’d want to play it exactly like they do.
I don’t see it As theft, just recital.
More like a compliment..
Sometimes I get freaked out, thinking about what’s inside other people’s heads.
Scary in there.
No shit Sherlock.
Fucking crazy, the bounds and the size.
Pretty crazy.
What’s in this head is very powerful.
Powerful is probably the wrong word,let’s say relentless. Fucker just doesn’t stop.
I don’t know what to do with it.
I don’t know how to make it behave,I don’t know how to make it “good”,I don’t know which way it aligns or what the use is.
It’s frustrating.
I follow the rules though.
The laws that bind us together and keep things reasonably balanced.
I follow those.
And you can be aware of bad paths. Then you’re supposed to forgive yourself for going down then .
Sooo.
Maybe regret should only serve the purpose of education..
I don’t know, it’s very nice out.
I scheduled a 3 day weekend and it’s lovely 😍
dawn 