You're probably right.

About things being all in my head. 

Sometimes, I guess when I get sort of complacent I'll start to focus on the "root" of some emotional problem. Real or imagined. Like I get bored so I start to over think things.

I guess I totally could be orange just to bitch about the blues. I mean I try to catch myself being shitty so I can change it. Actually, I notice it most when I'm driving. I start to feel my shoulders creep up into my neck. I think it's my body expressing something negative is happening internally.

But then I get distracted and start imagining that I'm evolving into Mr. Hyde. Wearing the appropriate clothes and all for that time period.

Yup.

That's what happens when you think rotten things - you morph into a hideous, evil man/creature. Apparently my alter-ego is the alter-ego of a well groomed, fictional gentleman from the 1880's.

I think I do a fairly good job not keeping a constant, scowling bitch face though. Just in case you ever randomly find yourself wondering what I'm doing, say on some idle Wednesday when you're siting at a red light around 6PM.

More than likely - I won't be making a miserable bitch face.

I've got my firmly fixed foxy teeth against your bustling bunny backbone.

I had a dream we were in the car together. You were driving and I had my seat belt buckled. One of us asked, "Where do we go from here?"

But then I wasn't in the passenger seat anymore like it had started out. I suppose I had crawled into the driver's seat. I thought you were driving but it turned out just to be a brick on the gas pedal. Maybe you had been driving but I fell asleep during the drive and when I woke up you had bailed.

I wouldn't put it past me if I had been both you and me the whole time.

I don't know.

It's a choppy memory with a lot of static interference.

9 times out of 10 I have jazz hands though,

so it's harmless.

I think I've told you that you occasionally do things or get mad at me just because. I don't know if you overthink the situation or just might be a little crazy. Even this weekend you think I'm blue because I can fit in with tattoo parlor employees, or all the mall rats, or with a judge and teacher over dinner. I can just relate to people. It's easy to see that people are different but it's great when you can see why they are different and appreciate it.

Stop being an orange douche, you're to great to stay orange.

Or maybe you are bi-polar? It's cool, I can deal with it. 

You've met the fam!

I guess I do it to make myself realize that you aren't perfect and that you are like us.

I actually drive by your apartment and figure you are doing your terrible "Elaine Benes tiny kicks dance" to some stupid song and punching the air. It's probably around 8PM though.

I think we are going the right way. Just going. No where in general, just small adventures. 

"The night" we both still have it.

No, I'm definitely here. I wonder sometimes if I wasn't here would you still be? I've been on my path for a while now. You were somewhere completely different. I've not changed, you have.