I love this little symbol.

It somehow seems therapeutic.

It allows me to be more than I really am.

I am not just me.

I am me plus this and this other thing over here.

Maybe more.

But it is also a bad thing.

I use it way too frequently when I type.

I apparently can let a sentence drag on and on when it should end with a period.

It’s a bad habit.

A really bad habit.

Sometimes it seems that my life is really like this though.

A comma.

Not definitive.

I carry the baggage rather than put it down.

I pause rather than take a break.

Period means end.

Something else begins.

I multi-task rather than just focus.

I have more than one project in the background.

I never am fully committed because of this.

Ouch.

I am trying to change.

I really am.

But, ….