A Boring Life?

A rough glance at my twenty plus (I’m actually approaching thirty, gosh…) years so far and only one word comes into mind… bland. *doink*

Then again, I’m slow at reactions (well, I’m slow at everything else too anyway…), so I’ll give myself the benefit of doubt. After all, it is just a rough glance. *shrug*

Maybe because I’m so slowww, sometimes I actually find it hard to bask myself in the moment, unless it’s something that totally knocks my senses into life. For example, a good friend’s wedding or… a funeral. *what* So if you catch me looking blur and bored when you’re talking to me or spending time with me, it’s simply because I haven’t really caught on. *sheepish grin*

Things are a’changin’…

Then again, when aren’t things a’changin’ anyway?

Only when we stubbornly hold on dearly to things that we hope will remain the same forever, I guess.