It feels good to be out.

I went through a bad phase and couldn’t see anything around me. It was a nice day, I didn’t get fired, heck, I got moved out to the gas station we have. (Which could just be their way of not firing me.) I like a girl, and she playfully grabbed my butt today. In my life, I’ve maybe talked to her for all of 5 minutes, maybe 5 and a half. She’s a customer.

I don’t remember my day. I remember my feelings. I guess that’s how I get, temporary emotional tunnel vision.

I’m an okay looking guy, and I wonder if I lost some weight if girls would like me more. I know that’s superficial, it seems like a lot of girls like tone in a man’s chest.

I need to work on not giving my opinion unless it’s asked for. And by opinion I mean help.

I need to work on helping my dad not get angry as much as possible, because all I can control is me. I have become cliché.

Maybe God isn’t the answer for every quesiton, everyone?

Or maybe there’s two answers?

Or 10? Or an infinite number of dimensions?

Maybe I am an integral part of the universe. If energy is neither created nor destroyed, what did my energy used to be? I mean, really energy is infinite as well, I mean, it’s big.

Maybe my energy was the forming of a planet, or a paticle of dust.

Or maybe I was just fermenting like wine. Energy doesn’t always have to be used. I think many Americans are proof of that.

What’s outside of Main Street?