
Sometimes I spend time in my head narrating my life to myself.
Then I give my life imaginary headlines like, "No one knew she had owned the shirt for two years and hadn't worn it once. Even though it was one of just 5 shirts she brought to Africa, she still hadn't found a place to wear it. There weren't many places one could wear an insect repellant shirt, but if there was one place in the world to wear it, it was the delta. It had no business being white when it was an outdoors shirt anyway. She wasn't sorry she owned it when she saw this picture. White seems to be a great color on most people."
Whenever this happens, I know its been too long since I've had sustained social interaction. Which is why tonight we decided to have a party to say goodbye to my roommate Amelia at church. It was fun, yet I was still glad the bishop kicked us out of the church by 10.
""Dang!" she thought, "I'm doing it again, even after the party." She thought of bed, and how her back still ached from the thin smashed mattress. With that thought she decided she needed to stop caring if her post was funny or not. Funny was just a life long pursuit she had in mind, not the missing sentence in her blog."
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