everywhere i go

Dear Whoever-

I feel like I write to Dear Whoever too much. Maybe I should find someone else to write to. Oh well. Best not dwell.

I’m sitting in a nursing home, and as I look around I wonder how these people, all of them, lived their lives. They grew up in such a different era.

I hate watching them , though. Because most of them shake. Most seem so helpless, and it makes me cry. I mean, not literally cry because, gee, I don’t have a heart. But if I did, I would be weeping like crazy.

I once watched one eating peaches. It was so depressing, because her hand kept shaking. I couldn’t believe it. How could this person live so dependently? I don’t know how they do it. Maybe it’s just my strong sense of pride, or maybe I’m just so incredibly judgmental that I can sit at the dining table on the outside of the room and thinking prejudice things about people I will never know.

But then again, I’m sitting here with many people, including Jamie (someone I went to elementary school with), and I’m listening to their stories. Someone is crazy as hell and my mom is so sarcastic, I’m afraid she’s turning into me.

But whatever. This is how I’m going to be in 60 years.

Fuck.

-Miranda Jade

(Mood: Excited? Still high…)