The girl says; “I know people from…” I’m pleased to hear that, now go back to them and finish what you’ve started.
“Even though I had no life, I lived a pretty long one,” great, so basically you’ve wasted everybody’s time including yours.
In the Mediterranean world, if we were all brave enough and decide to come out the closet; we will have the remains left of a population near to extinction.
Of all the stories that people didn’t believe you about; it’s okay, these were meant to be the best stories to remember for yourself upon taking them with you to your grave.
“Once upon a time…” What do I look like to you; a ghost. A past reminder.
The girl says; “What did you dream about last night.” I’m pleased to hear that, now I was dating.
Or, the normality of unstability; forever reinventing one’s self four times a year.
Or, what’s in the actual time normal.
Stranger: What did you dream about last night. Me: I was riding a bike at a mountain when suddenly a pedestrian didn’t like my stops so I ignored the shit out of her and we continued racing up to the top like nobody’s business.
Nowadays, you’d need to become a freshly out of school rabbi to make Aliyah; and even then, in any day, your ass might be showing up on the blacklist.
