I’ll be damn if my shuffle is not speaking to me
So here I were with my thoughts, longings and mostly feelings, loading the washing machine. And as if the day couldn’t go any worse, despite the sun shining in the sky, yes, there is no connection between the weather and one’s mood, my iPhone started to shuffle into my ear.
First there was this lady, Amy. Then there were these guys. And I was listening to the words like they were talking to me, like I was talking to myself. I know, it’s crazy, I am crazy sometimes. Reassuringly enough, we all are.
