And such are my insecurities-- for whatever it's worth, and that may be quite a bit, this was the original message I wrote, but I sent it to myself and sent you an abbreviated version.
I try to articulate.
I try to be interesting.
I try to be normal.
I need someone to hear what I'm not saying-- sometimes-- I don't like talking in riddles all the time. I don't like talking in riddles all the time. I don't like obsessions and ruminations.
I have one task. I have no idea how to complete my task, but I must keep searching.
I finally realized that I needed to pull over every twenty minutes to gather my bearings and plan a short term traffic route. Forcing myself to stop for about forty minutes each time I got lost allowed me to process the emotions of the whole thing.
Do you think they knew it wasn't the first time?
Do you think they saw through my decidedly in in-your-face tactics and saw this as a thinly disguised effort to feign temporary homelessness?
Would they be back tomorrow night? Would I?