“i’ve become that person you cross the street to avoid”
i’ve begun to realize that i’m one of those strange, gross people.
you know the ones who…
…don’t get dressed to go to the store.
…you can see singing loudly in their car.
…takes 30 seconds into a conversation to register that someone’s talking to them.
…whistles/hums while they’re perusing the aisles of Target.
…seems rather oblivious to the notion that they’re inhabiting the planet with anyone other than themselves.
