Stream of Consciousness

it’s always disconcerting when someone says “oh hey, I read that thing that you wrote”

 

because I panic and I wonder what on earth he could say next

 

that he hated it?

 

that he thought it was wrong?

 

that he found a typo?

 

“are your writings autobiographical or fiction? or a little bit of both?”

 

an actual question. I know not what to say.

 

A tells me not to worry so much. “people will have their own thoughts.”

 

“just let it go once you’ve put it up. let go. relax. breathe.”

 

I go to watch someone perform. I run into B and he tells me “I wish you could’ve stayed longer.”

 

why?

 

“maybe we could’ve talked.”

 

maybe.

 

we go to get pizza, B and I, and we sit on the chairs of a closed café. we eat and talk, and take a cab home because we live near each other. in the cab he tells me, “I wish you could’ve stayed longer.”

 

why?

 

“being with you makes me forget about myself.”

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