Today I went to pick my baby sister up from a dentist appointment (when I say 'baby' it's just a matter of semantics, she's actually 14 going on 15. But she will always be my baby). I happened to be early, which has never, ever been a problem for me. I'm rarely even fashionably late- I'm simply late, nearly always. So, with 12 minutes until I would be able to go I sat in my car and fidgeted.
I suddenly remembered the most lovely CD I had made for myself and I put it in and started singing along with Eliza Doolittle and Kate Nash because they're my favorite. I sang with my eyes closed because I am very passionate about my music. I began to belt because I was captured by the moment. When I finally opened my eyes I noticed a boy or rather a man staring at me through my windshield. (It wasn't the creepy kind of staring it was more the self-conscious kind.) With no idea how long he had watched me and no desire to end my singing, I slowly turned around and sang to the back of the car.
Moments passed and a song I didn't know the words to came on, so I started a conversation. With myself. This is hardly out of the ordinary. I should probably be in a mental institute with foam white walls and rubber forks so no one hurts themselves. My conversation was rather interesting because I get along with myself and myself and I have highly intellectual conversations. (Okay, that last part was a lie.) Anyways, as I sat there talking to myself I slowly noticed the same man watching me talk to myself. His facial expression was the epitome of perplexed, his eyebrows were squinted and his head was tilted to one side. Trying my best to appear sane I slowly lifted my dead cell phone to my ear and pretended my lonely conversation was with an actual person.
I fake cell phone conversations to maintain my sane facade. It's a bit deceitful- I should just let my freak flag fly.
I suddenly remembered the most lovely CD I had made for myself and I put it in and started singing along with Eliza Doolittle and Kate Nash because they're my favorite. I sang with my eyes closed because I am very passionate about my music. I began to belt because I was captured by the moment. When I finally opened my eyes I noticed a boy or rather a man staring at me through my windshield. (It wasn't the creepy kind of staring it was more the self-conscious kind.) With no idea how long he had watched me and no desire to end my singing, I slowly turned around and sang to the back of the car.
Moments passed and a song I didn't know the words to came on, so I started a conversation. With myself. This is hardly out of the ordinary. I should probably be in a mental institute with foam white walls and rubber forks so no one hurts themselves. My conversation was rather interesting because I get along with myself and myself and I have highly intellectual conversations. (Okay, that last part was a lie.) Anyways, as I sat there talking to myself I slowly noticed the same man watching me talk to myself. His facial expression was the epitome of perplexed, his eyebrows were squinted and his head was tilted to one side. Trying my best to appear sane I slowly lifted my dead cell phone to my ear and pretended my lonely conversation was with an actual person.
I fake cell phone conversations to maintain my sane facade. It's a bit deceitful- I should just let my freak flag fly.
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