la folle

how are you?
good.
how are you?
never been better.
how are you?
oh, i'm okay.
how are you?
great! ... really!
how are you?
you don't believe me?
how are you?
fine! i'm tired.
how are you?
i'm hungry. :(
how are you?
i'm changing the world.
how are you?
seriously?
how are you?
stop it!!!!
how are you?
how the hell should i know?!?
how are you?
@#$@#$!
how are you?
err... how are you too?
how are you?
how are you?
how are you?

okay, if you try to ask yourself that question more than a dozen times and try to come up with diffrent answers each time, we'll see how far can you go without getting crazy. si je ne suis pas déjà folle, je le deviendrai bien assez vite.

on a saner note, today is just one of those days where random crazy thoughts just don't stop pouring (like my ordinary days aren't filled with much already). i'm so guilty of talking to myself often (well, who doesn't anyway?), that sometimes i'm afraid i might be talking to myself too loudly in public. at least i haven't heard anyone saying behind my back, "elle est folle!". mais puis, je ne suis pas en France. :p hearing "you crazy lah?" would be more unsurprising. :)

well, talking is a therapy. why don't you think people still pay therapists big bucks when they can talk to anybody else for free and get the same advice? but the problem with talking to someone is deciding how much of your soul can you really bare. often times, i find myself regretting when i pour out my heart with more than what's necessary to other people. it gets difficult when the time comes where we just want to protect ourselves from them. but then it's too late cuz you've made yourself vulnerable already. it's a harsh world out there, y'know.

so, what's my point here? these are but random crazy thoughts on a crazy day.