shrug

psst. over here. 

today feels like one of those days where you don't really have anything to say.  Most of us have those kind of days, the rest of us bore everyone with the retelling of the same old, same old, it's true.

I think as you get older maybe you get more selfish, not less.  Because I find the escapades of others less and less worthy of my time and attention.  And I imagine the same could be directed back at me.  I think the more we do in life, the less we care what others are doing. 

Or am I just one big social disorder?