old man

he’s thinking about me. it’s not nostalgia since his best and maybe only nostalgia-worthy memory would have to be of me right outta mom’s hoo-ha. don’t like when he thinks about me cause i get defensive with the thought bubbles that arise. sometimes i avoid work projects because the amount of focus required causes a rush of anxiety in that getting there doesn’t happen the way i think it should. maybe he thought of me like a work project he’d get to someday, not realizing all the other less challenging somedays would turn out to be his ultimate preference. hope he feels my snarky and changes lanes cause i got plenty on hand to get a pile up started and leave him wondering what’s causing his nauseousness.

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