Really, my life is pretty simple. I go to work, spend time with my baby girl and the rest is secondary. I’d love to cut out one of those priorities, but someone’s gotta pay the bills and it’s not the State.
I was having lunch with one of my best guy pals the other day and was talking about someone and I mentioned that she was just ‘simple’. I didn’t mean it in a bad way, just as an explanation. There’s nothing wrong with simple, but sometimes when you are talking with people and there’s nothing more to talk about than the weather or your one common interest, that’s just about as far as the relationship goes.
So my friend says, you know, I want to be THAT PERSON, how nice not to have any worries or have your mind cluttered with things like current events, or other philosophical discussion.
Not a bad concept. 
After all, there are books and magazines named after being simple, you don’t see any magazines named ‘Excess Baggage’ or ‘Real Complicated’…
