I don't where I will go. And maybe, today I don't want to waste my time in finding out.
I can easily just play with magnets, just deal which things, which have a direction and then expect myself to be goaded. Knowing where I am going will not take me there. It will just create illusions in my head which then break down my navaigation system. So maybe it is good to not know? Decide turn by turn.
Rain will drench me fully - I can give up friendships so easily, sometimes I feel it is not these friendsips were coincidences. HAving lunch with women, sharing their food spontaneously and having nothing to share. Why do I have no control on my food? Why do I have to rely on whatever she packs for me, sometimes? Feminism is a strange thing to beleive in, if you are a woman with a wavering mind. You tap into being the best of the women-in-partriarchy and the liberated-woman.
I misplaced time, I asked you a strange question. When I look at you, you cannot weasel out.
Sometimes when we are sitting together, I feel frustrated that our relationship has been reduced to gender-roles, food-gathering, hunting and finding children to rear. What had we talked about, when we had met? Why did we hook-up like long-lost lovers, appearing to talk in synonyms. I have no answers. You do not judge yourself, I feel that is a problem, you feel that is a previlige. I will meanwhile, drive me to misery constantly grading my CV, making bugle sounds, hiding away in the forest like a porqupine.