if you're so very entertaining, you ask

i don't know who you are. you look a lot like that other person with the mullet, a bit like the most excellent person i've met and roughly a million other people. when you're bored and sleep-deprived you look exactly the same, except more interesting. not that i'm looking. i am keeping time, though, just to remind myself time is still a thing. i can pick out your voice in a crowd but so could most people, really. i'd like to have a heart-to-heart with you, i think, about the feeling we get when someone asks us to repeat a mumbled aside. i tell myself it doesn't matter, who you are. duty, honor, country. god. having more friends who are girls than is considered cool. out of anxiety, charm; also see: a vague slipperiness.

i mean, if this was the way i think about things, which it's not. nuh-uh.