Stepping on the Lines
There are some days when a sidewalk is just an elongated slab of concrete where it’s only purpose is to be walked upon. But then there are days or perhaps even a sequence of days where the lines which divide the sidewalk into squares are my enemy. These days of today are abound with panic glory.
Silly, so silly. I know these are truths. A line in concrete is just a line. But why do they have to be there? They are just in my way. If I step on a line how much will that affect the rest of my day? I’m not a sicko. It’s just that sometimes stepping on the lines can be detrimental to a man’s psyche.
I think tomorrow will be different. Back to normal again. For now though, today on the way to the car you better watch out lines, because I’m not fucking around. I will choke you with my vengeance.
Later,
Dee
Silly, so silly. I know these are truths. A line in concrete is just a line. But why do they have to be there? They are just in my way. If I step on a line how much will that affect the rest of my day? I’m not a sicko. It’s just that sometimes stepping on the lines can be detrimental to a man’s psyche.
I think tomorrow will be different. Back to normal again. For now though, today on the way to the car you better watch out lines, because I’m not fucking around. I will choke you with my vengeance.
Later,
Dee
3 Comments:
OCD buddy, so sorry.
Yeah that's my thing. OCD is a blessing and a curse for me.
This week, a curse. Last week a blessing.
Though I don't really believe in blessings. What the hell is a blessing? I'm sure it has to do with God and all that crap.
Brad,
Exactly!
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