I know Nothing

I Know Nothing by Kat

What?

I know no romance. Seriously, I'm more the complaining invisibly in an obvious way only when in too much chronic floating pain type. Otherwise, I'm just always heavily fatigued but, insomnia makes that inner battle silent. I hate pain, I repeat I hate being uncomfortable with the full on knowledge that that's the only thing keeping me away from leveling up in life not cause I'm comfortable because I'd love to burn comfort if life would get better in the future but since I'm ill, fatigue is annoying as fluff right aside intense chronic floating pain.

Plus, am I allowed?

Level up. Level up level up level up level up. Dang, music is brainwashing. Anyways, am I lazy? Am I committing the major sin of gluttony? Or, am I not in the right place? Right place. Dang, wish that existed but it doesn't so ehh.

I mean, I love Sherlock Holmes. I love mysteries in general. The whole figuring out stuff shabang but, I don't want to kick the bucket with unforeseen circumstances because I dug too deep in finding the truth.

But what do I know?

Moving on. How are phrases made? Like sally sells seashells by the seashore or really anything else? I mean, it has to make sense right? But, pancakes flipping all the puppies or any animal you like I like cats to your yard makes no sense.

I mean, sure. The job of pancake flipping at a breakfast diner could "flip" all the money to get puppies to if you had one your yard but, in today's economy? You'd be lucky to have time for a home cooked meal.

Oh the big question, am I a girl or boy? Since you only know I'm Kat that likes cats lol 😂.

Well, let's leave that a mystery cause everyone today is too excuse my brutal honesty, sensitive.

Don't believe me?

Why get defensive?

Ehh, you do you I do me.

Carry on.

Romance.

*thinking about pancakes flipping hopefully not really cause that's animal abuse but, pancakes gifting all cats to Kat's yard sounds cool*

I don't know woah-

I stepped on my shoelaces.

Yes I'm old school.

Falling.

Then this man.

Yes I said man cause he smells good and he's pretty buff not like hulk but not like skinny.

Damn.

"Sorry." I say.

He looks me in my eyes.

"Hey, can I get your number?"

"Why?"

I've been scammed before.

"You're cute. I want to marry you. "

"Woah"

Speechless.

Total ahhhh.

"What?"

He gave me his phone.

"You can also convince me why I shouldn't but I'll chase you until the end."

Damn. I'm blushing so, I enter my number.

"Hope this'll be exciting."

"Oh it will."

And he left.

How would you respond?

My heart. *beating fast*

Something else is happening.