Anecdote #1

Today, I stopped what I was doing to write a note on a small piece of paper, because of a song. The song was melancholy, and made me feel melancholy. The note I wrote because of it said, "It's so sad being in love. It's almost as sad as not being in love." I folded the small piece of paper in half immediately, and put it in my pocket. Then I went back to what I was doing. I don't know if what I wrote is true, or even if I believe it is true. I almost didn't mean to write it; I didn't really think about the note as I wrote it, or after I wrote it. And I soon forgot about the note in my pocket, though the song continued to play.