Most days it is easy to forget about you. In fact, most of the time I’ve forgotten the fact that I am forgetting you. That’s how easy it is, most days.

Some days, though, you seem to pop up in the middle of everything. It isn’t intended in the least, and more often than not, I find myself wondering why I am wondering. Where is it you come from on those days?

On those days I find it hard to concentrate on, well, anything. I spend my time focusing so much attention on not paying attention that I often pay more attention than is healthy. It shouldn’t be so hard to forget someone who wants to be forgotten.

It’s just that you seem to find ways to come up, though I know you aren’t intending to. Maybe it’s the fact that we know the same people, and end up in the same places. Not exactly the same places, just shy of being in the same place. I see you out of the corner of my eye as I walk.

Working on forgetting you is a very difficult task. It’s something that I will be very proud of when I accomplish it. Sadly, I won’t be able to praise myself for the feat, because it will remind me of you.

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