I'm not sure if I actually have anything to say, but I just started typing, so this should be fun, right?
I think I want to talk to you about strangers. Not the kind who lose their puppies, like, every day. I want to talk about the kind that you meet and know are going to be there for a while, whether you like it or not. No, not like Wow I sense a strong connection and our auras are probable complimentary colors. I mean like Well you're dating my mom so....
But here's the thing: I really do want to talk about them, but I have absolutely nothing to say. Get back to me in 8-10 months.
There's also celebrities. They're strangers, right? Even though I feel like I know them. Take good ole Anderson Cooper. I knew he was gay before he told me. We must be friends. I like him. Also Matthew Gray Gubler, one day he'll realize. One day.
This blog post sucks, internet. We're strangers, aren't we? I've never met you. Though I imagine you somewhat like the smarthouse. So.
Here's my theory. Maybe it's what I've been getting to all along, maybe I've been planning this post for months. Or maaaybe I have no idea what I'm going to say right now. Either way. Theory. Everyone lies. Original, I know. But really. Those kids at the top of the food chain worry that no one knows their names...and sometimes I think they might cry. Those strangers might even read quality literature for all I know, though I doubt it. But it wouldn't surprise me, because everybody lies.
Wow this isn't as world shattering as I planned. It's actually all a lie. Because we're strangers, right? And everybody lies.
