Why am I so full of questions and why do I feel like teflon? These are my worries these days and I usually squash them with my faith that good times are ahead too. I mean, if I had them in the past it's doomed to repeat itself, isn't it?
But why do I feel like teflon? I could say the obvious things like things just don't seem to stick to me. But the feeling ia more like I can walk thru anything, people lives, situation, good mood, put on facades of different people and THATS what doesn't stick. The facade, the person that i am this day, or month or year,
So meet me, be my friend and just be prepared for me to say in five to ten or whoever knows how many months, for me to say once again. "Hi, I'm Jake, nice to meet you." My hand outstretched.
