Where's that feeling that I don't feel?

I absolutely love Müsli. I could live off of Müsli for a long time.
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This afternoon I bought a kiss, or so I tell myself. I was walking along, minding my own business, when a random guy came up to me and started rambling at me and showing me some coins in his hand. I wasn’t sure what he wanted at first. All I knew was that it had something to do with money. So I told him to slow down because I wasn’t understanding anything. I also said that I wasn’t sure, and he assured me that he wasn’t an alcoholic, although that wasn’t even what I wasn’t sure about (I still wasn’t sure what he wanted). So I gave him €3 and he was quite happy and excitedly gave me a kiss on the cheek. I really have no idea what he really needed the money for. Maybe he was telling the truth. I don’t know. But if I were in the situation of actually desperately needing money, I would want someone to trust me and give me the money. And if he was a drug addict that just needed his next fix, then I paid €3 for the kiss and the smile it put on my face. I think a smile is worth that much to me.
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I bought a bunch more Christmas stuff. It was fun. I about had a Christmas orgasm in Karstadt. There were so many ornaments and candles and trees and gingerbread houses.
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When I was done, I needed to find some matches. I looked everywhere and ended up buying chocolate… Christmas chocolate. Then I sat down on a bench and the brass ensemble started playing down the street. So I pondered my matches dilemma while I listened to good music. There was a guy kind of standing around, and I thought about asking him where I could buy matches, but I decided against it. Then he sat down next to me and pulled out a book. I looked at the title and did a double take: the title was in English. I decided that was as good of a reason as any, and so I asked him where I could buy some matches. He told me where I might be able to find some, and then he started talking to me a little. After a while I left to check out the brass ensemble and get my lighter.
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AYF is putting on a potluck thanksgiving dinner. They’re supplying the turkey and everyone else has to bring the other dishes. And, just for the record, I don’t like pumpkin pie.