The Thing I Forget

I started break a bit earlier today because I need to get on those Hondas as soon as I’m done.

The thing I forget is that my comfy chair is always in use at this time. And not only that, now his pop culture friend is in the other chair, going on and on about Jason De Rullo.

I could care less if I misspelled his name.

I’m just not going to sit anywhere near the stupid comfy chair when these guys are in here.

Because now I’m totally distracted by their conversation.

I’m trying not to be judgmental. Some people like this stuff, and it’s okay, whatever you’re into is fine. I don’t do archery, either, believe it or not.

It’s just not my thing, I guess.

It doesn’t matter what they’re talking about, anyway. I’m going to be distracted.

It almost kind of feels like trying to talk to my crushes. Disastrous. Because I would have a million really intelligent things to say to them, but as soon as I saw them, my brain would empty, and total nonsense came out of my mouth: “Errrr, uuuuum, meh…” This in addition to giggling and blushing.

Like, they say the more emotionally escalated a young child is, the less he or she can reason. My IQ tanked around my crushes.

Okay, this sucks. He’s clearly been in here for a long time. Get up, you know I want the stupid chair. Go back to work. It’s my turn!

It would be rude if I got up and moved.

But this guy was here before me, and my break is over, so…

Talk later, I guess.