Reading up on friends and acquaintances, I realize I’m very much sub-par. Not even sub or sous-genius, just… failing.

Miserably is usually inserted here.

Any ideas I once had about myself can pretty much be summed up in single words and torn. I have no potential anymore; I could advance in career, slightly, but not in life. Things are easy externally, but internally strained.

My actions indicate I’d rather waste my time, than do anything important or actually progressive.

A rustle in the bushes. I stop and turn, looking for the source.

It’s a black cat, in the dark, now kneading his paws in the crook of the tree he jumped into… I crouch and wait, as he looks interested. Hops down, leisurely strolls over, rubs himself under my hand… then scatters as some girl comes running down the sidewalk.

She falters and walks. “Sorry!” she cries.

“No problem here.” She walks past, then starts running again and turns at the stop sign.

I love simple moments.