chase me

point the finger: i am guilty as charged.

for once i would like to ask: how are you?
-pause for realism-
i'm glad to hear it... (not that i really did)

children's toys at fast food places are the epitome of happiness, really.
the glee on a three-year-old girl's face as she rips open the plastic suffocating her eternally grinning new friend is all-consuming.

enjoy it while it lasts, sweetheart.

this is the only happy part of your life that will not be overshadowed by other thoughts and worries.
this is the only happy part of your life that will not be overshadowed by the past or the future.

after this, sorry honey, but there is no such thing as living in the moment.

sometimes i wonder if children aren't like fairies:
their bodies are so small that there is only room for one emotion at a time.

a particularly infuriating conversation with my forty-something stepfather taught me two things:
1. even grown men can be naive.
2. i am an optimist living in the REAL WORLD. which means that no, i don't think that the whole world will ever join hands together and sing and dance and be merry as one. but yes... i do think tomorrow will be a good day.

i haven't done any homework. uh-oh.

today a little girl at harvey's kept trying to hang up her coat, but she couldn't reach. she asked her father for help repeatedly, but he was reading the paper and barely heard her.
not that i can blame him - she had such a little voice that it must have been a wonder if anyone ever heard her.

i feel like nobody reads this, and i feel bad because there is one person to whom i am always reading my blog entries.
i just don't want to be another little voice that nobody hears.