Some things I noticed walking to the bank, a 10 block (if that) round trip:
-I do not intend to be a horrible person; although, I’ve come to fill the role so well that I’m not sure whether or not I really am or if it is just that – a role.
-I seem to gain pleasure from others’ pain but I really do not wish anyone harm.
-I j-walk like a banshee, as the saying goes.
-My pants are too long. Of this I am aware, but when they’re wet and the heels of my shoes step down on them, they make a squishing feeling.
-As I stepped onto the other side of the street at the corner of 1st and Stewart, I stepped over a pile of slush. No, not slush – rather a thin layer of ice over a puddle of water.
-The corner of 2nd and Stewart smells like koolaid – a mix of strawberry and black cherry. As I passed I thought “I wonder why the stop sign smells like koolaid?” Later, I thought “I wonder why I assumed the stop sign was the one emitting that scent?” Of course, it must have been the stop sign. Perhaps they ran out of paint. d=
-The officer in that car had the same nose as assistant Jeff, but his hair was too big.
-KFC is open and there is a delicious aroma of chicken on the corner of 1st and Stewart.
-The vacuum shop before Garfield and 3rd have a nativity scene in its window and, written on the window, it says John 3:16.
John 3:16 is “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
I cannot quote it, but I know what it means when I read it. I wanted to take a picture because faith is alive, though some might try to stifle it.
-When I want to write something, my hands begin to literally itch/tickle, a feeling which I similiarily experience during sex.