Sense of Signal

So: Here we are now, in the dog days of summer, while I’ve been speaking calmly and acting like it all makes sense. What nobody and/or you knows is that all of this has been an attempt to bend the world around me; I always think that if I’m a certain kind of person, everything will conform to a shape congruent with the person I’m only pretending not to be.

I often feel that lying seems to work well for everyone else. There is something about myself that I am incapable of concealing.

Seems strange, though, that I shouldn’t know better than to be so self-centered by now. I hear a lot about caring for others, and all of it resonates in theory.

In the end, though, I feel like an egg to chicken. Who owes who first?

Oh, I’m just kidding: I’ve got your back.

But I regret it.