Currently listening to: Attention – Charlie Puth
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you
What details of my life could I pay more attention to?
Damn, I feel like I’m being called out. I guess I’d have to say that I should pay more attention to my brain than what my heart.
My mind is pragmatic, logical, and succinct. It is efficient, effective, and a well oiled machine. It can run laps without having mental fatigue. It’s go time… all the time. Get another degree, certification, and take another class. Fill the brain with knowledge.
My heart is wild, incoherent, and long-winded. It wants to draw all sorts of shit out ad nauseam. It’s all over the place and nothing gets done because I’m too distracted and become tangential. “Did I do something wrong? Why doesn’t he like me? Maybe I’m too ugly or a fatty… yeah remember that song by Morrissey? You’re the one for me fatty? But you’re not for him but still a glob of adipose tissue. Let’s look at this mental rolodex and recall that time that Zaddy said that he didn’t see a future with you because of x, y, and z. Let’s focus on that for a hot five minutes and move on to another toxic topic. Rot your brain with memories of your heart breaking.
Le sigh. The heart wants what the heart wants.
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