Matt and things

I remember in I had to read that Robert Frost poem about taking the road less traveled. But like...where was he heading? Like I'm just saying wouldn't it be equally as efficient to just go the known route? And maybe pave it or widen it along the way for others to travel with ease? Unless he was going somewhere entirely seperate from the first route. But then doesn't the poem read as like a celebration of personal exploration? But in that case he'd be begging the existential question by implying he knew where he wanted to end up ya know? So he already knew approximately how to get there in the first place. Unless the point is entirely that he doesn't know his destination. But in that case wouldn't an equally valid option just be to stay put and adapt to life in the woods. Like find some source of water or something. Unless his point is that you shouldn't be afraid of taking unravelled paths to reach a more agreeable place to set up existential camp, if you will...but then when do you know where's good to set up yo camp? You could easily fall into begging the question again! Unless your more existentially nomadic and start creating networks of camps that allow you to maintain a reference point as you continue exploring. I guess that's what he meant: systematically conquer the terrain of you psychy....and junk

I’m really glad no one has ever asked me about what the random shapes I scribble on my arm mean. whenever I’m thinking an interesting thought but don’t have time to finish the thought or get to a conclusion because of like work or something I write a check or a shape on my arm to remind me to think the thought some more later. Thoughts like “If you were lost in a cave without a phone or watch but you found an old analogue watch while you were wondering how long would it take for you to determine if the watch was broken or not?” and I’m not sure if thats like a normal thing people do...

This one time I was in a crowded bar alone because I was tired and annoyed at like work and life. however the bar was so crowded that the bartender wouldn’t even notice me, instead she went to take the order of a girl who had just come up to the bar next to me. see an opportunity open I offered to pay for the girls drink in hopes that it would also get the bartender to take my order...it didn’t. So instead of like trying to flirt with the person I just bought I drink for I immediately told her “lol I’m totally not actually that nice/filrtation, I was just trying to get my drink order in too. you don’t have to talk to me.” Surprisingly she stayed to help me flag down the bartender.

This other time I was at another party...I was pouring myself some wine when a girl came up and was like “yo can you pour me a glass” so I did...very very slowly...staring not directly at her be about a foot to the right of her head as I said, in an overly anguished voice, “you know what my pet peeve is?...when people use the word assault, because they never explain what it did wrong...” ...as I continued pouring, my gaze still fixed unwaveringly at the space 1 foot to the right of her head, she tried to determine how to answer and could only come up with “....y-yeah...” after a long pause... And I haven’t been invited to a party there since.

I was at a party one time talking to this girl about her dog. she said he was a rescue dog. I asked how many people...an awkward silence and one joke flung way over her head later and I haven't been invited to any more parties there since.