I am taking responsibility for my own happiness.. You will find me at the bookstore.. If you are not somewhat crazy in the head, I am afraid we cannot be friends. Do not underestimate me. I know more than I say, think more than I speak, and notice more than you realize. I am not to be trusted in a bookstore with a credit card. I do not go crazy, I am crazy. I just go normal from time to time.
I am taking responsibility for my own happiness.. You will find me at the bookstore.. If you are not somewhat crazy in the head, I am afraid we cannot be friends. Do not underestimate me. I know more than I say, think more than I speak, and notice more than you realize. I am not to be trusted in a bookstore with a credit card. I do not go crazy, I am crazy. I just go normal from time to time.
The reader at the book store was reading his book. You could see the strain on his eyes. His fingers glancing swipe. This was a person who speed reads through the book. Just like a document or one-page note but instead was reading a whole book in the same period as that one page.
The book of fiction he was reading he carefully was not bending. Observing this I could think that he was not going to purchase the book but enjoyed the latest fiction and read it at a speed that no one would care not to purchase the second-hand book at a new bookstore.
Taking a more detailed interest
The book reader was a female early thirty to late twenties. She was reading a book on computer programming at the bookstore. Her appearance met the criteria of a woman holding up a sign outside Hooters saying, "women are not decorations." She was not ugly just ill-prepared for life in general. Intelligence seemed to ooze out of her yet at the same time a deep pity that she could not or would not be the model in some fashion show. Her current circumstances seemed to indicate she was either a student trying to understand a complex algorithm in programming or a serious engineer lost in thought about a problem at work. Feelings from the way she turned the pages she was peeved at herself or the problem. One could tell she was reading in fear because of the depth of her note taking. She was tired also. By the number of coffee stains to the table and the one cup being slugged now you could see she was not going to be sleeping anytime soon. She was tired that was sure. For the fun of it, I decided to see what would happen if I talked with her. The conversation went rather like one would expect. "Excuse me, what types of a programmer are you?" I asked. Without looking up, she just went on reading ignoring me or deaf whichever one a kind-hearted person could expect. She just continued to outline almost the whole book into her notebook. Sipping coffee and now leering at me with eyes that seemed nice but were those of a person lost or on a mission. She was lost to this world and my observation was over because it was time for me to leave.
On the road to be crazy, I passed that sign in 2014. It was driving on a single-lane highway until May 2016 when a spell sort of caught up with me and dragged me into parallel worlds. These past two weeks have been an oddity in of itself. Emergency-room ward for 15 through 18. I visited a city that I knew where to get a comic book, movie, and food. Now the movie places are gone, the comic book store gone, three out of four bookstores gone. East and west changed enough that I know I am not from here. The movie's theaters is gone. The one left is facing the wrong direction to where I knew it to be. Now the oddities beyond. I found a book I read in my world. I knew if far to Midland meaning I knew parts of it pretty well. Here the changes are so awe inspiring I started reading in depth. The difference between in depth and a glance I can usually read a book within a day. This is day four, and the changes are so mind boggling that I have had to set the freaking book down and remember my world beyond this world. Example which the smallest this book says Adolf Hitler has blue eyes. The timeline also holds three keys which I remember following up in my world. Sort of a lost Indiana Jones adventure with books. Here the story has changed so much that I am wondering. Meaning I know in November 2015, I was offered this trip and refused. Called a government agent and shut down my account from November 2015 to April. I went back to play pirates of things and May 18th was kidnapped to a world where there were 6 billion people versus here 7.5 billion people or the 8.5 billion I knew about. Baseline my world was 8.5 billion. The 8th billionth person a baby girl in India given a free ride to college once she has grown up as a birthday gift for being declared the 8th billion person in 2014. So driving towards crazy ville. What is the point? In my timeline, I knew of items of power. Here I have been given the chances to take four items. Now the latest item of power being offered or shown to me is not what I wanted. The lantern over women, likeable, nevertheless, I do not want a harem of women. The book of power for gambling and cartoons again nice but it does few expectations nor my desire. A scroll of the dragon seemed less powerful then the gambling book. A deck of evil cards causing people to do what I want... well I am not into mental rape. This last item being offered or spear destiny as the y call it. The story has changed so much I am wondering if I failed greatly. Meaning I do not recall being a wizard, or person of evil intent. Meaning I like to read. Some of the most interesting items to read are those that historical and in my past life or in this mind, I recalled they were fiction. That Solo mons statements that noting is new under the sun or all stories are truthful about me is wildly not what I expected. Evil exists here. However, the story has changed enough. Beyond being offered this, I also have noticed that microwave towers are on. I am watching people grow to hate each other. The slightest word or tones of voice and people are about to come to blows. You say I am nuts. Girl If I could find the squirrel, I would gladly leave to mad hatter world. That I am watching the end of the world. Awkward. When I tell people, I am not from here. The people that did not laugh were the followers of the bright star. Cheyenne. Evil is this world. Anyway does anyone want to rule the world. All I wanted was a good book to read and not the complete rationale as to why I am here. You say you have found a book on it. yep. The book has changed sufficiently and has enough not coded but missing from my world to this world that i can see a rationale. Let us see if I find it on May 31. What else. Billings I went to a Bernie Sanders show the congressman here. I can honestly now say I do not like Bernie. Anyone can point out a flaw. What is his solution that I had to listen to other change ideologies for communism, I did not hear anything I liked? And since I do not want to murder people, he is a bit more batty here then in my world.
This has been a renewal day. I was a person that people would confess their past too. Their dark and inward secrets about sex, murder, drugs, etc. In high school as a maintenance worker a fellow person spoke about murdering a drug dealer, and in prison murdering a prisoner. The next week a girl told me about her loss of virginity to a Christian guy. Weird thatI am writing about other people’s sins or misdeeds. My freshman year in college I meet a ex-drug dealer turned pastor who had made 32 million and murdered an undercover informer in Chicago in 1970s. That sort of stuff happened regularly till I gave up talking to people. Meaning I got tired of hearing about their misdeeds and their conscience cleansing and my desire for what I do not know that was a few years ago. Today in the bookstore I meet someone that was unique enough that I listened to his cry for justice slash his confession. I am writing this because few if anyone reads me and as a pirate I can just say this is a fictional tale and of course who can say or who cares. Meaning when I asked for help there was none. When I claimed and saw evil there was no protector. His story however cruel was interesting something that made me listen intensely more than normal. His claim was something like out of a book I had just read so I do not know if he has seen me perusing a book that few would read and even fewer would know or care about the characters in it or the significance of what the tale meant for time and travel and history in general. But this guy his grey silver eyes matched something and when my kid was watching Frozen at the counter I listened to an awkward confession of something I have suspected a long time ago. Evil finds evil to tell evil because they seem to want to gloat. Scary why this should be the night to be turned from good back to evil meaning evil is now good I know that. The world has changed I know that but why me. I mean I have yet to do what I know I should or could or would lack of energy or maybe the lack of evilness in me. Clever someone to tell me something that I knew and was evil but did not do this for that but his tale about something was to say the least disturbing to a point that I am dreaming again. Something I do not like to do. Scary how people are evil are either lonely or not smart or stupid to a point you wonder how they tie their shoes. Those that are truly evil get away with it and live smartly with money power family for a long time I suppose they are smart or they are not lonely or I do not.