And it's time to do dishes

"Life is like a fair..."
~ H. Johnson "Before Kill The Internet"

Why does it seem like life is like me wearing a cute dress to a mixer with a bunch of military guys when I'm nineteen years old and one guy says the dress reminds him of kilts from his ancestor's culture which he can't wear anymore and when I try to have some kind of interesting discussion with him about it NOPE that's not happening and when I wear the same dress to another dance a photographer follows me around and tells me how cute it is and takes lots of pictures until finally this weird thing happens where I open my mouth and act really awkward and dumb, like a bimbo, not like the artistic muse he was creating, and then, then when I look for the pictures later, to purchase, not a single one of mine are there and I imagine he threw them all away and was mad at himself and I put up with his weird comments and didn't get any pictures out of it, and for some reason those two pieces of life are coming back right now even though I am not NINETEEN anymore...