I have tiny bursts of thoughts that seem to want to take residence on this page, but without coherency.

Dreams. Being male in dreams (Jackie Chan’s son, no less. Sliding down an electrical wire. No one said I was smart in my dreams). Singing in dreams (And it felt good, on stage, like a celebration, they actually loved it). Chasing and being chased in dreams (that comes in dreams with consistency).

Coincidence. Someone doing something drastic on a day that s/he thought was just like any other, but if s/he really, really thought about it, it wasn’t just any other day. In fact, any other day would have been about 360 of the other days of the year that weren’t that day.

Obsession. When you fight it in steps, and you think you’ve gotten it beat, only to realize the damned thing has you in its clutches again.

Insecurity. It can come tumbling forth in a nasty, embarassing display. Why do I watch it like a horrific car crash, and then continue watching it even in the aftermath?

Speaking without thinking, regurgitating. Don’t care for it, but I’ve done it. And probably too much.

Interesting. I’m not sure I’m so interesting, as much as interesting by association. I’m drawn to some strange people, and the problem with that is, they can be extremely fun to engage with, or quite a bit dangerous. Knowing that doesn’t make them any less appealing.