I am neurotic and fickle. Having those two elements under a magnifying glass and nailed to the wall should be said enough for me to know more about myself than my friends do. However, everyone is telling me the same things about myself. They look at me, eyes glazed over and wide, anticipating my inevitably blue-in-the-face response. It’s not there. I’ve heard this time and time again, and while it comes as a shock each time, I accept my vices gracefully. Highly indecisive, exceptionally impulsive. We all need a little saving, and whether that be in the darling tone of an old Walmart-greeter asking me how I am, or a friend sitting back and actually putting forth an effort to listen and be there, we need it. I need it. Especially right now.  

for once, i’m all for this. Although, my mind is twisting around the abstraction a summer to-do list. Every time I make one, they never get done. I begin to wonder if looking at the check list of things you actually accomplished during a certain period of time subjugates looking at the list of things you failed to accomplish that you said you would. 

Meh. Optimism. 

maybe I should put that on my to-do list…