director's cut

everyone makes movies. some pretend they don't, but they do, oh yes they do. something happens, and our mind instantly reclines itself on the director's chair and shouts "action!". the one we call doesn't answer the phone - then one is bound to be avoiding us. we try again, and the phone was disconnected - oh, dear lord, now i'm sure, one's avoiding me! but why? there must be a reason. could it be that thing i did? or that other that i didn't do? and if i do this, it might lead to that. or to the other that. someone we know walks by our side on the street and says nothing - one is pissed, what the hell could have happened?

it's funny, in a way. in the process of making the entire movie on our heads, we always cast aside the most simple explanations. one haven't answered our phone call 'cause one was not near the phone, and as we kept trying it ran out of battery. happens all the time, and all the time we discard this logical explanation. we can be walking on the street and do not look at what's around us, so we might well not notice a known face walking on our side - this happens so easily.

simple explanations simply does not appeal to the little directors that live inside our heads. they don't know the kiss philosophy, i guess.