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It occurs to me, sitting on the sidewalk at some cafe, watching the rest of the world pass by, waiting for something, that I am unimportant, that I can sit here, watching, waiting, waiting for everyone else for the rest of enternity and not really have a care in the world, not worry about the government or the day after tomorrow or how long I’ll have to save to buy a condo or a trip to Hawaii, just waiting and watching the world go by, at my own pace, the fact that I’m moving in a different direction at a different speed is unimportant to the rest of the planet, and why shouldn’t it be, why should the rest of humanity have time to worry about anyone else let alone me with all thats going on in the world.

After a short interuption, it seems that everyone else is just trying to get by, to live as long as they can and play the game and buy things and make the best with what they have, as little as that may be. Who am I to pretend that I fit in to any of this.

I am terribly unimportant, and I am beginning to realize that I am terribly content in being so, even if it means that everyone else just passes me by. For the most part I am happy to be left alone, I worry less when I’m alone.

At least five people asked me if I had an extra cigarette today, not that I mind, but I do, and it’s not like I have extra cigarettes laying around, most days it seems like I have just enough.