Wednesday, January 25, 2006

For some reason, I felt like I was being ditched. If that was the case, why could it not be such a big deal; could I not just roll off the cart like a dried out, imbalanced turd, from the yank of the already-full wheelbarrow? I wouldn't be missed.

It was then that I realised I truly did care, even if I never knew quite how to emulate "care", nor had I even believed it, myself. It was true, anyway.

Perhaps I'm a stickier turd than I'd figured.