Whats It Like
"Everyone has problems", I think to myself as a screaming ambulance passes me...
It was presumably rushing off to help an unforeseen accident or illness, thus disrupting someone's "normal" day...
Sometimes I feel like a phantom looking in at the real world from far outside...
Like a weightless observer, peering in on the hustling, speeding chaos below...
What is it like to be "normal"?
Everyone has their version of that word, but I mean it as the guy buying grass seed at Home Depot with his 12 year old son on Saturday afternoon "normal".
Faced with the loss of everything, I stand incapable of change...
What's it like to not fight with yourself on a daily basis?
What's it like to not sabotage relationships, make horrible choices, or destroy everything you touch?
I have been out here so long now it's hard to remember what the real world is really like anymore...
I don't say these things to gain sympathy, nor am I trying to be over dramatic. I really want to know...
I am so dysfunctional I am not sure what functional even means...
So tell me... What's it like?
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2018
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