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"Hi, my name's Paul, and I'm..." is how I start every chat. Still don't recall how everything started, but I give the same introduction to everybody I meet. And it zaps away the energy like you wouldn't believe.
I sometimes wish I could switch my head like you do with lightbulbs instead of sighing every day like an office worker with a razor in his hand. It's one of those things, I suppose, where you do stuff that you like, then you change for social and societal reasons, and then...you forget who you are. Or maybe you never knew who you were. And you're trying to search for something in a sea of nothing. God, it's one of those days, isn't it? When I'm so dramatic that not even the Danish skull could be rhetorical with me. *ring, ring, ring* Figures. Defining one's self has to be shunted by the doorbell. It better be worth it.
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