all in an airport

my thoughts during my lay over

 

all in an airport i wonder if other people think about the same things i do? does anyone else hear soundtrack music playing in their head while they're driving down a road lined with trees, or a coastal highway? or is it just me? does anyone else sit in airports and wonder how many people walking by have done something terrible and gotten away with it? like murder? and yet here they are, just walking through everyone else's lives trying to look harmless. maybe they are harmless. maybe they killed in self defense and i shouldn't be so judgmental just because i have long layovers. maybe...but i bet the perfectly put together soccer mom that just walked by with her 2 perfectly put together kids and doting husband in the cardigan and loafers does a big rail of cocaine every morning before she gets in her caddilac and drives to the country club....don't judge, rightright... in all the chaos of my life, softballs flying around my head, kids fighting, birds scuh-REAMING (god i hate that bird) phones ringing, and that stupid, i-don't-know-how-to-piss-outside- barking, puerto rican dog (not mine)...in all of that...i still find myself fascinated with mental illness. while i'm wondering what it must be like to be a paranoid schizophrenic (i bet it's kinda fun sometimes), my daughter is doing her math homework and i'm cooking dinner...... hmmmmm not much has changed though...years ago - i was the girl who took the pills and instead of just chilling out and enjoying it, i was wondering why all of us saw glasses on one another...what is it in the human brain that makes everyone see the same thing when they hallucinate? i am SO not normal...

Author's Note

I write like I think. Quickly and emotionally. I don't worry about grammar or puncuation if it gets in the way of expressing how I feel. Enjoy.