Somebody recently asked me, "Who's your distraction from your distraction?"
Really, it was a reasonable question. Maybe you had to be there.
I think I answered, "Nobody," or something like that. I didn't really pay attention to what I said because I was busy staring into her eyes, trying to find something hinting at the answer she wanted me to give.
I didn't find any hints in her eyes that day. So I just blurted out the truth. Good thing, I guess. One less lie to have to keep track of.
It wasn't really a very fun conversation.
I forget where I was going with this.
Probably to some place where I say that maybe I don't want any more distractions. That maybe I don't need any more distractions. That maybe what I really want and need is some time to grieve.
Let my distractions fail me and leave me, as they will surely do. As they all eventually do. I'm tired of them building on each other anyway. Feeding off of each other.
I bet it will be interesting, though, to see which one is left standing triumphant at the end.
I'm in a strange mood.