overthink epitome of incomprehensibility I wake up at quarter to 8, after dreaming about birds. "Early bird" swim at the nearby pool ends at 8:30. While I'm rushing to get going, thoughts rush through my head: Should I shave my armpits? No, not enough time. Brush my teeth? No, same. It doesn't matter if you're disgusting, go and get exercise. Wait, maybe I shouldn't call myself disgusting. Maybe that counts as negative self-talk. Maybe the feeling part of my mind doesn't understand a joke and will think I'm actually insulting myself. Okay, but what's if it's ACTUALLY disgusting that I haven't brushed my teeth? Like I'll open my mouth to the pool water... But it's not like I ate much just now. Just raisins and nuts. Also armpits are always disgusting. Okay, they're not, but they always look funny. To me. Hair looks awkward and newly shaved ones look like plucked chickens. There's just no way an armpit will look good. Again, to me. Hey, chickens. I dreamed about a bird that looked like a plucked chicken. 240702 ... raze sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. but what if the person who drew the heat of its burning into their lungs could have been a friend if an accident of fate had conspired to bring us together, and all i'll ever know of them now is the stump of what they smoked while i was dreaming of truth disguised as fiction between the covers of a book with my name on the spine? what then? 240703 what's it to you? who go blather from