You figure this is important. You spend your days doing things that add up to something that will make it better, but you’re never told you’re better for it. Your mom calls. She says that you need to comment more on the pictures posted by your sister, she’s posting so many pictures she thinks are cute. This makes you tired, and changes your priorities. You find the pictures cute, yes, but not entirely necessary of comment.
You go back to what you think is important, what started this in the first place.
You don’t find a difference between what you were thinking of and what you’re now thinking of.
