Sometimes, things confuse me. Stuff that happens. People I know. People I knew. Self-destructive behaviours.
Sometimes, there are things that I just don't get. Reflections on the irrelevant. Or the once relevant, but now no longer. Random searches for the word "puke". A desire to focus on the negative.
It must be Sunday. I never could get the hang of Sundays.
On another note, here is a "Things You Never Thought You'd Hear Yourself Say", contributed by H:
"I think Rookie Bear is upset that you abandoned him for a tube of toothpaste."