I’m my own best friend…and worst enemy.

I love my mother and we get along well but I can’t stand to spend much time around her.

Being alone doing whatever is what I like best.

I admit when I’m wrong or make a mistake (and do so frequently) but I purposely avoid saying “I’m sorry”.

(and I’ve only scratched the surface)


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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One Response to confessions

  1. dog_inheaven says:

    I couldn’t be around my mom for a long period of time. It is odd how that happens because as a child, I worshiped her. I miss her a lot now. I saw a women in Fresh Market who looked liked her and I found myself following her around the store to steal glances…and she was an African American mother, but not my mother.

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