For know apparent reason

For know apparent reason, I absentmindedly follow myself around, quite justified with a somewhat meaningful life. Now that isn’t really my life but it’s my internal verbal account in that form we all know so well as if there were a story to tell . . . Some anecdotal report on expository recall, not that anyone would really ask any in-depth question of sharing interests that I unceasingly impromptu ask of myself secretly on the inside. So as for me, no one in my world, seeks to intercept my inner dialogue. No, they just want what they ordered from the menu, like . . . hi how ya doin? How’s life been treating ya? What new in your world? Questions, but with no gotcha-in my-crosshairs sting, no curiously I’ve-been-watching-you, nothing with a deductive bite of observation to them. No, mostly questions that solicit an unspoken contract of no further inquiry. Just toothless questions of self-protection in passing and for know apparent reason, we have all agreed to that, more poignantly, to this this collusion, against the shared richness of ourselves . . .