Me: Intro

People always say that thinking is a good thing. But… can one think too much? I believe so. I also believe that I think too much myself. Time. Time is nothing to me. It’s meaningless. Just a constant reminder that someday… we’re all going to die. Death. Something that can’t be avoided. In my head… I live in my own little world. I hate reality. It sickens me. I’m driving in my car. Looking forward at the road before me. So much road. So little time.
I suddenly accelerate. Wondering… just wondering mind you, what would happen if I do ninety off this bridge. Would it hurt? Would I be numb? Would my world crumble fully? I feel the muscles in my hands tense as I grip the steering wheel. My knuckles white and blood pumping through my veins. The love of wondering. I turned and missed the bridge to turn onto my street at the last second. With a smile, I laugh at myself. I can’t help but laugh. I pull into my dirt driveway and search for my house keys. Mom is home. Laying in the recliner chair holding a half full vodka bottle. She’s slurring her words and there is the scent of cigarette smoke that makes me gag. I told her to quit that shit around me. Does she listen? No. No one ever listens.