As I look around my room, look at all the things on the walls, I take notice of something. I hate change... sorta. I see so much... shit to put it plainly. Things that have been on my wall for months and months at a time, they have no point in being there but they are. I have a little booklet thing from Texas A&M - Commerce on my wall, its from undergrad English, yeah thats right I wanted to be an English Professor. Scary thought huh, the point is not the fact that I am not going to one of the leading academic schools in the south of the United States, but the fact that its still there.
I look arond some more and again I see my old seven-up analog clock hanging on the wall. Its like thirty years old maybe more, doesnt work. But, It's still there. I really must not like change, its like that with everything I suppose. Hair, clothing, taste in music, you name it. I mean its not like I can physically be harmed by it, but will I willingly change them without a much more better alternative, not on your life. Its like Im a pack rat. Something. Im afraid.
Maybe this comes with and from relationships... maybe we should ask my girlfriend... Jessica?
Adios
