Retrograde

It is inherent in us, buried somewhere deep in our genetic code. Every person, no matter their supposed and projected disposition has a need to show themselves as significantly more than what they actually compose. It is also of utmost impertinence that one should talk about oneself as much as possible - and on the occasion where any conversation turns away from this holy topic, to become disinterested and do anything possible to bring it back to its higher beginnings.

When today began it was the beginning of the end of a very long period of time. Fortunately, time doesn't really exist, and therefore any length of it I specify can be considered a great one. In this particular case, the exaggeration is minimal, and it is safe to say that most others experiencing the snails pace of hours and minutes I had would whole heartedly agree. It had been a lengthy week for several reasons, every single one of which is in no way interesting, similar to the countless stories you think your friends listen to, but rarely do or realize that some do not speak simply to project their desired image. As the week of untraversable size finally reached some variation of fastigium, it began to depress me that the flurry of life was subsiding. Worry me, in fact, as the dizzying pace recently adopted allowed for temporary respite from the social contracts and pressures and pitfalls I was so thankful to be exempt from. So, as responsibility briefly slumbers, and expectations arise to participate in a futile game that I have found difficult to remain a spectator to, I hide. Those that I need closest seem to have faded into phone calls and IOU's, and those I need not become enclosing walls threatening suffocation before freedom, before it all just begins anew.