Why should someone else's thoughts matter to me?
I wished there were some way I could just blank out my mind and look at things as they were.
As if they were linked to no memories, with no pasts, no images that linger in my mind. You can do it for awhile, but you can't sustain it. Maybe 3 minutes, and then you start thinking about how horrid life is. What a real drag it can be, with all its funny little shits, dumping so many things upon your shoulders.
Why must we wear clothes.
I feel the weight of my blouse.
It's a simple little inconvenience that makes you realize how everything's just out there to dump things onto you. Dump clothes on our backs and food into our stomachs and unwanted memories into our minds.