Alone with my marshmallows
|It never ceases to amaze me that the human race can manage to slow down enough to enjoy the taste of a toasted marshmallow, what with all the stresses in the world (not the least of which involve camping).
I only think of this stuff because I am alone with my thoughts a lot. It’s also worthy of note that just because one is alone with her thoughts doesn’t indicate she’s devoid of other humans occupying her space.
I guess if you’re me the fact that if someone wants to talk to you, about anything, it's a big deal. For some, it’s an annoyance. To someone like me the fact that it’s annoying is heartbreaking.
I live an endless internal life. If I can’t share the overflow with someone externally, it drowns me.
I’ve really got to stop eating all these toasted marshmallows before they make me sick...