November 10, 2020
Heading into my 40s I would prefer walking, tyvm. Iím tired of compartmentalizing, carefully sifting through intrusive thoughts and chucking them into different-category bins anyway. Hours of thinking ending up in a long-forgotten drawer. What does driving have to do with this? Nothing and everything. Nothing because I was really just changing the subject to veer from another compulsion to dwell in a city of regret. Everything because I have hidden driving in one of them drawers forever. Locked it. Threw away the key. Iím going to be old and have all my groceries delivered. Oh, wait, thatís me now.