Dad called me "the milkman", it was a joke one morning. We were both getting ready to go to work. But it sort of stuck with me a little and, I'll admit, it occupied my thoughts for a long while. It still does a bit. I don't want to be "the milkman", I really truly don't. I have nothing against anyone who does. But I refuse that title. I reject it.
Of course, once my mind starts, it can't stop. And I've become occupied with various aspects of my life. Thinking about every little thing that I don't want, and that I do. The short of it is simply that I really need to make changes, and the sooner the better.
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