12 hour pizza
Submitted by kpaul.mallasch on Wed, 09/06/2006 - 1:48am.
"Why does it take you 12 hours to decide what kind of pizza to get!?" she
asked with mock
surprise and astonishment.
I knew she was
kidding for the
most part, but
it stuck with me
as a possible truth
about me i couldn't
see by being me - that
some things i'm overly (not
overtly) impulsive (very much
like the enterprise starship, i guess)
and yet on other things, small things even
i go back and forth and back and forth,
unable to make a decision.
heh. it's good to see yourself outside your-
self once
in a while
good to see
you as others
see you and not
as you see you which
of course is different and
maybe more honest and may-
be more dishonest depending
on whether you lie to yourself
or not.
deep thoughts as i wonder
and wonder
if i should submit this poem.
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