Projecting a Better Future

I put a phone case on each hand and then waddled around like I was a burn victim and was trying to pick up a knife with my mouth and handle it from there to take my revenge on society by becoming a bloody serial killer. For whatever reason, my girlfriend didn’t think this was funny. Personally, I thought it was hilarious. In fact, in general, I think I’m utterly hilarious and usually my girlfriend does too. I had to consider the fact that her father just died and wasn’t in the best of moods. I also should have considered that he had just recently been in a horrible fire and while in the burn ward had been attacked by another burn victim with a knife and had died from both the burn and stab wounds. I should really have been thinking more clearly. But I just wanted to make her laugh. Well, actually, I just wanted to make her laugh and show how witty and clever and irrelevant I am. Now she’s not talking to me, but come on. I forgot for a few minutes. Is that so wrong? It’s not like I’m the guy who killed her father.