Will you be as calculating as I have ever been, not on a completely conscience level, for sure, when speaking to anyone? My mind roams where it will and processes equations of conversations down further than I believe most will allow.
Do most people live in the moment? For even in the moment, my thoughts ride the wave to end game. I am no great chess player, mind you, and will probably never be but put me in front of someone who captures my imagination and 13 moves ahead is a standard. A curse? I am starting to think so.
I briefly described the the theme of one of my early musings. I brought it up and changed the subject rather quickly and then later I brought it up again and let it drop again. The truth was I wanted you to stew with the thought and craft a witty response, something that might lift my eyebrow and leave me thinking "What a charming and clever girl". This is one of my self-perceived largest failings. I long of those moments.
The whole world is a stage and all that. I love the show but search for a player to that I may sit across from and move me. It will be my cage I fear, in the end, even as I roam out there in the wild.
With those sentiments I leave off, as I set out on safari again. Hunting down moments...
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