sometimes....

sometimes i have these strange and fleeting thoughts. they're not necessarily disturbing. they're just.....out of character....or maybe they're so far in character, i'm in denial about my true being. anyways, you know when you're walking in a large crowd, and people tend to touch in an accidental yet uncomfortable manner? or even walking next to a friend, and your hands touch, or someone's ass get's tapped, and things get WAY more awkward than the terms of your friendship bargained for?
okay, so get this. I'm in Disneyland last week, weaving through the enormous crowd that usually occupies the fantasized theme park this time of the year. all of a sudden i feel a hand brush my ass and out of the corner of my eye i see it's a middle age mess of a guy. you know the type. someone who spent the entirety of his life looking to earn money, work an office job, and keep up with the Jones'. he was your neighbor, for god sake, you know who i'm talking about. i ignored the brush because looking at him would have only caused embarrassment for the both of us.....except, i couldn't help but wish that instead, i had slowly turned to look at him, parted my lips in a sly smile, and with one small movement, throw his entire day off, by winking......and then disappearing into the crowd.

why don't i ever actually do any of this shit? it would make my day a hell of a lot more interesting, and throwing people off balance makes me feel accomplished.....whatever, maybe writing about it will give me the motivation i need to be more spontaneous......