Wonder

My whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the sarcastic comment.

Half the day, I wonder if it’s too late for coffee. The other half, I wonder if it’s too early for alcohol.

I watch people and wonder how some of them found their way out of the birth canal.

I wonder if people look both ways before getting on my fucking nerves.

Not only does my mind wonder… sometimes it walks off completely.

I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me. Now I look around and wonder If I like them.

Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder why I’m not in a mental asylum. Then I take a good look around at everyone and realize… maybe I am.

Ever looked at your ex and wondered, “was I drunk the entire relationship?”

I wonder if life smokes after it fucks me.

Sometimes I wonder how I even made it this far. Then I remember I am an awesome motherfucker.