Not always being 100%

Like a red sock, or a teaching assistant on a train, there is quite often no good reason for your appearance. Sometimes I realise you have been lurking behind me quietly for some time, like a hungry cat.
It is like my inner person is covered in beans. Millions of beans.
Simple things, meaningless things, trivialities, become enormous beans.
I never asked for beans. Or any of this.

fin