The unlikely return, returns.

I happened to be the man whose lives are both spontaneous and ridiculous, not that i like much of the word ridiculous, or spontaneous even, but the lives that i live in, are strange in the sense they don’t make more sense than what i believe it could have.

Sometimes, i would stay in my head and write another story of my life, or try to accurately define who i am, or what i do or have done, or could possibly do or could have possibly done, and merge all the lives that i have lived and could possibly have lived into one. And it usually becomes a story, more or less like this.

Breakfast with Emma.

“We like things we can’t have, don’t we?” I told Emma.

“I think so.”

“Sometimes, i think it’s what motivates us to live. Wanting things we couldn’t have. You know when we got everything that we wanted, we would not want to live this life anymore. We’d like to die. But when we don’t get things that we want, it gives us a purpose to live. Motivates us to live these strange lives we don’t understand much.”

“Hmm..”

And I continued, “That’s why i think, when we have everything, everything that we want and all the happiness we thought could have made us happier, we will start creating problems, and fight and blame a nice person for being so nice, we’d eventually hate being perfectly happy with an ideal person.”

Whatever i told Emma, didn’t manage to trick her into the bed. I guess that motivates me to live.