Have you ever felt like you were a witness to your own life? Lately I've been experiencing just that sensation, and it's nothing short of completely disorienting. I feel like I'm floating above the Mary Scott who walks and talks and goes about her business.
And I want to feel this - I want to know what it means to be separated from your sentient self, at least for a moment. Maybe I'm just now starting to realize there is a world outside the metaphoric walls of my mind. Or maybe the oral steroids the doctor prescribed for my dry skin are not only causing the mild insomnia the pharmacist warned me about, but also causing me to become more awake in all aspects of my life.
I'm awake, and I'm aware. I'm aware walking home from the gym allows me to listen to whichever sappy Pandora station I want, while catching the trolley from the AFC to the Corner precludes me from savoring this 15 minute pleasure. I used to value efficiency
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