(see also: filler)
sometimes i can spend forever staring at everyone’s secrets. and sometimes it makes me really sad. and sometimes i almost think i’d send one in. and sometimes i elaborately plan it out in my head. would i make it digital? would i make a collage? would i write something humorous or heart-wrenching? would i actually go through with it? (probably not) i bet there’d be something mighty freeing about getting it off your shoulders. but what would i dare put out there…what little insignificant — or not — piece of myself would i slap onto an ordinary post card and send out into the world? i may be too selfish to actually do something like that. but if anything i’m completely taken by the design, the randomness of all the secrets. the simplicity of something that complicated. mashing down the deepest, darkest, silliest, most embarrassing, most meaningless, happiest and most painful parts of a person and leaving them on the cold, harsh examining table of the internet… balls or stupidity, it takes one or the other. or maybe a dash of both.
and then…sometimes i realize i’m not nearly entertaining enough.
…and that i’m a pussy
