I'm thinking about how all my sister does
is complain. Yet the things she
complains about she has direct control
over and can change.
I'm also thinking about what a horrible
mother she is. I'm thinking about just
leaving for awhile. I don't care where
I go really, as long as it's quiet. Oh well.
I was just pulling a piece of my hair
and now I'm thinking about how long it is
and how I should get it cut. I'm thinking about
whether or not I can believe your statements
now that you've created that feeling of doubt.
I'm thinking about living in the wild. Naked and wild
and rampant. Wondering if I'd be able to tear animals
apart. Wound and kill them. I'm sure I could put
myself in the mindset. Until I thought about its life.
And then I would feel regret but if it were just an object
to me, just a source of sustenance, I think I could.
Maybe I'd paint my body with animal blood, tie teeth
into my hair. Or maybe I'd become very ill. I don't
have a strong immune system. I don't think I'd live
very long. Only if I didn't start feeling sorry for myself.
I'm going to stop typing the things I'm thinking about now.
There's a lot to get to know.
Are you flexible physically?