Why don’t we just laugh it all off?
Why don’t you get it? It’s awkward and I don’t like it. I feel stupid coz I’ve done stupid coz I’ve been stupid coz stupid stupid stupid. It’s the bane of my being, my supreme embarrassment, it’s what drives me nuts, freezes me in a spot between past and present unable to think of what more I’ve said or done. It just piles up, the stink of my shame. And the answer to why can’t I let go. In so many sentences. So many words. Theories and quantum physics. Encompassing all but that stink. Oh how I’ve debased myself with this foolduggery. How I used my words to twist meanings of something that’s just not there. Not there. Black. Kaput.