I feel jaded today
People always ask me, what did you do today? It's because what I tell them will put me in context, it'll ground me, somehow. It's like tethering a balloon with lead weights of day-to-day doings. Perhaps they feel as though if I don't tell them what I've done, it will be as though I had forgotten to exist today.
Wake up, have breakfast, and oh yes, exist.
Well, let the existential record show that an hour of my life today was devoted to determining the veracity of the statement "If kangaroos didn't have tails, they would topple over". The thing is, I'm not joking.
At an inconsequential age, I woke up one day and thought, I have a room of my own, a boyfriend, good hair, good new friends, good old friends, no homework. Is that it?