where are these voices coming from?

"Don't mind me baby, I'm just looking to get lost."

2005 -random find

The beginning of a short story about the awkwardness in most of us.

"Samuel tripped into the lunchtime insanity. In his usual way, other peoples feet, shopping bags and alarmingly cute kids with killer eyes insinuated themselves into his path. Grace was Monacon royalty (or was she, trivia was not his strong point) and had nothing to do with his social dispositions.

Why did Armand always force him into these socially awkward situations? He hated meeting new people especially the arty-farty, social elites Armand insisted on making acquaintances with. Its networking dahling, Armand would spout in his affected enunciation, misleading his listeners into believing he was thoroughbred northern-suburb and had not so much as breathed in the direction of the free state farm he was born on. His name wasn’t even Armand and if his poor arthritic mother knew that her Werner had so callously tossed aside his birth name she’d stop sending him her cinnamon and molasses rusks."

2006 - random find

It’s been a while since I’ve written. But I’m sure you understand the reasons.
It’s been difficult, I can’t lie about that.
Where do I begin?
To be honest, I don’t know how it came to this either.
For the past 15 months I’ve been trying to figure out what pushed the button on this madness.
And nothing.
I found nothing.
So maybe, it started with me.
In which case, I can’t start at the beginning.
I’ll start with now.
My ending.
It’s been a while since I’ve written. But I’m sure you understand the reasons.
It’s been difficult, I can’t lie about that.
Where do I begin?
To be honest, I don’t know how it came to this either.
For the past 15 months I’ve been trying to figure out what pushed the button on this madness.
And nothing.
I found nothing.
So maybe, it started with me.
In which case, I can’t start at the beginning.
I’ll start with now.
My ending.