Sunday, July 19, 2009

I've been craving attention lately.

I feel as though I'm turning into a bad person because I can no longer tolerate people. There are some people that I just can't stand to be around, which is natural of course, but recently it's an instant feeling. That's not a dilemma.

I had convinced myself that I was tired of people bringing up the fact that I'm leaving to England and all the attention it gathered, but I was merely fooling myself. As usual, I love the attention. And lately I've found myself bringing it up whenver I can like, "Oh man, how am I supposed to watch the superbowl when I leave to England." You know, inane comments like that, which I'm sure are see-through. I wish I could figure out why I'm like this so I can curb it. I need the equivalent of Zantrax 3 for attention cravings.

Driving home I saw an old man in a beat-up Cadillac watching a Cops episode on a screen he had attatched to his radio. But I once again did not see a hooker on 8th street. I'd like to see at least one before I leave, I no longer count the one I saw walking home at 9 o'clock in the morning.

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