not me

i like to think of myself as the kind of person who is not hostile, inhospitable, contemptuous, malicious, vindictive, pugnacious, rascalian, mean-spirited, morose, embittered, rageful, impetuous, virulent, vile, vengeful, willful, grasping, meglomaniacal, venomous, deceitful, traitorous, treacherous, depraved, villainous, corruptive, morally bankrupt.

But everybody has their bad days. Everyday’s an opportunity for somebody’s redemption. Why can’t tomorrow be mine?

these days whenever i hear a horrible story of how one friend felt slighted by one person, and then continued to feel slighted by that person, again and again. And rather than listen to it all, I look upwards towards the sky, and I murmur aloud, “we are all such flawed  creatures.” And this confuses you because apparently you thought I had said that we are such thawed creatures. Which is not entirely incorrect.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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