Wot

          If that's wrong, then I don't ever wanna be right.  Right? Ted hopes so.  It's a loaded statement, and Ted doesn't take it lightly, and yet it can be passed over so easily with a simple nod in agreement or lack of interest.  It thinks for itself.  It doesn't assume that whatever is named wrong is in fact wrong and does not accept that status with a simple nod in agreement or lack of interest.  It is not accusatory.  It accepts the label and continues with it.  It has confidence.  Despite obvious opposition, it is almost too sure and confident in its certainty that it is unsettling.  

          Maybe it has been a long day, or more importantly Ted thinks it has been a long day, so therefore he acts accordingly.  Suddenly, because it has been a long day, he is allowed to be in a not-so-great-mood, do what he wants, and feel ok about it.  Unfortunately, this feeling is familiar.  It does not occur often but still too often.

         Words become just words.  Ted knows he is in trouble because when words become just words then living becomes just living and essentially becomes just surviving.  He knows the world could come crashing through his vulnerability yet that could be just what he needs.  Lucky for Ted.  No oceans around.  

          Maybe Ted needs to think for himself.  Maybe Ted needs a little innocence.  Maybe Ted needs some confidence.  He currently has none of these qualities but knows he needs them.  Well, he doesn't know, but someone else does and that is really the only thing that matters.  

         Ted is confused how the not-so-stranger could infuse him with qualities he thought he already possessed.  It was only a statement, and he was the recipient.  Everything is just words after all.