Sunday, August 01, 2004
It is funny, the things you think about when you do little but think. For years (longer than I can really remember) I have been frightened of strangers. Did you know that? Or was I still not afraid of anything when we last met?
Anyway, I'm tracking down what made me so afraid. It all boils down to that flight to Paris. That was the beginning of it, anyway. There are always more parts to something like this, but yeah, that flight started it all. It also started the feeling that nobody in that town really cared about me. Funny. You know what you feel, but it is really hard to pin down why.
It is a start.
Thank you. Again. For being my friend, and for making me think.
Anyway, I'm tracking down what made me so afraid. It all boils down to that flight to Paris. That was the beginning of it, anyway. There are always more parts to something like this, but yeah, that flight started it all. It also started the feeling that nobody in that town really cared about me. Funny. You know what you feel, but it is really hard to pin down why.
It is a start.
Thank you. Again. For being my friend, and for making me think.
