My life keeps flashing before my eyes, which is funny because as far as I know, I’m not dying. The most I’ve done is turn fifty, which some may consider the same thing. But I would think I had a hold on things, if not for the flashing.
It’s rare when I catch something. I am customarily the butt of jokes due to the fact that things tend to sail over my head. I can’t count the number of insults I’ve weathered very amiably simply because I had no idea I should have been offended.
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