Is anyone else just looking at their life, wondering with a sense of humor why we all go about things the way we do? Let me 'splain a little:

Sometimes, it feels awkward and a little foreign (not in a bad way), just going about daily tasks.  As I walked down the long dorm-like hall in our apartment building, took the elevator and put the trash in the dumpster and the recycling in its dumpster, I watch myself with amusement. Then as I get in the car, turn on the radio, and start driving, it just feels kind of strange to be doing these things. It cracks me up that we all drive these boxes around, acting like they are indespensible to our well-being. I think of two days from now when we will be located a few miles away, and the few trips we will make before then with the stuff, and wonder if it is real. I just go with it after a few moments of observation, knowing that I will be expected at work momentarily with the work persona in tact. Coolly enough, I don't think there is too much difference between how I act from one situation to the next. I like to think that consistency between the roles proves I am not so crazy, but I don't know...sometimes I feel pretty crazy.

Then a couple blocks from work I watch people crossing the street. There is a very tall guy. And a local guy that looks very stressed out and I always see acting interesting at the intersections. When I pass him in the library there is a noticeable body odor. Then there are a couple of girls - tweny somethings. One is sooo tan and wearing a fur shrug (is that what they are called?). They both almost saunter on their high heels.

Wait! I catch myself labelling them. Not even in a derogatory way (except for the really tan girl - lol). It is so interesting, the need we have to label constantly.