As robotic as I may appear to be … sometimes I reminisce about the good old days. The long ride to nowhere with an old fish friend, from random stop at RCA to shoot some pools to buying a smoothie at the Airport followed by a …. okay bitch slap from my tall J to give me some reality check.
Yes, In the Blue Palace is one of the places that Sabina is having her very own panic attack about who I am about to run into or who I already ran into. When that happens to you, a person you would want to hang out with for the rest of the night is someone who tells you things you don’t wanna tell yourself.
And I’m thinking about the days we used to share …
I’m sure we all have different things that we know about person X or people Y but we refuse to let it get to us because of our natural But-He or But-She or But-They personality. There’s a but in your sentence and that but is there for a reason.
It’s there to tell you that it’s OK to think about X&Y once in a while, reminisce of the good things, listen to the same old songs, and actually having the ‘Missing X&Y’ unless you’re giving hate a chance then ‘Dissing X&Y’ as long as it stays with you and your reality check friend.
Even if you pick up that phone, dial that number, send that text, walk to say hi, truth is, you already know how you’re going to feel. I know I don’t want to have the I-can’t-stand-you mode ever again but yeah … I enjoy this whole I-actually-miss-us-but-you-will-never-know thing.
