October 28th, 2002

Wonderfalls Flamingos

Words have an effect.

I am sick of puritanical bullshit. I am sick of people trying too hard to be loved, and not just being who they are, and thinking for a second that we might love them anyway. I am sick of those who think I will be held hostage to unreasonable demands. I am sick of the disrespect I offer my fellow humans. I am sick of the idea that people can own an idea. I am sick of people who plan their life until their death - when they could die tomorrow. I am sick of people who will not stare their It, their Them, their They, in the face, and call an It an It. I am sick of my empty courage. I am sick of people who want "happy" music all the time. I am sick of people who think this is fiction. I am sick of People. I am sick of people who can't let go. I am sick of people who think this is about them - that everything I write is about them. I am sick of people who didn't do their time riding bitch to earn the respect they think I give them, that I don't. I am sick of people who think that this couldn't be about them. I am sick of people who think love is something you earn, a gift from fate, or a happy ending. I am sick of people who think that love is a noun. I am sick of people who don't understand that cliches are cliches for good reasons. I am sick of speaking out for people at the wayside. I am sick of people who think that they've seen me angry. (You've never seen me angry)

I am sick of listening to myself to myself to myself think.