Smooshed

If I were a hipster who wore skinny jeans and liked to talk about bands with names that played with verbs and nouns, I would write this blog post about how we're all snowflakes. Sometimes, some of us melt before we even hit the ground. Other times, we collide.

If I were a snowflake, I wouldn't be able to write this blog post at all. I would be caught in a cloud somewhere, or maybe on the side of some abandoned street. I would be cold and small and smooshed together with a thousand others just like me. Or maybe I would be a puddle.

Lately, I've been thinking a lot. I like to think that I am a good person. I like to think that I know when to do the right thing, when to say the right thing. I know I make mistakes, but doesn't everyone?

Lately, I've been thinking about someone. They are stuck in my head. They are making me worry. They are making me want to take things back or call Superman to fly around the world and put everything in reverse until I am sitting here on this couch I am on right now, and I am not making the decisions that have landed me here.

No, I don't think I want to talk about it. I hope it just passes and I can forget about it. Forget like we forget about the snowflakes once spring says her hellos.