4.15.08 v.3

sometimes i wonder what would happen if we were all more honest with one another…

for example:

everyone walks by.  “good morning.  how are you?”  i hear this nearly 50 times in the morning, probably closer to 100 by the end of the day.  my answer is almost always “pretty good”.  no one really wants to get into my bad day, the same way there are few people that i would honestly be concerned if they said they weren’t having a great day.  i think this is why i will be eaten by the metaphorical sharks or wolves someday.

i have no poker face.  i will not play nice and pretend to care.

there are few things that bother me more than the falsification of sincerity.  i can smell it a mile away and hate when it’s used on me, which is why i don’t project it onto others.  if i genuinely care, you’ll know it.  if i don’t, not only will you know it, but watch out.  actually, just keep on walking–don’t even bother trying.  don’t stop and stare at me, waiting for me to come up with some clever banter that we can share so you can tell all your friends.  i’m really not that special or important.

so in the end, let’s just continue to not care.  we’ll go through the motions of politeness, but never really scratch the surface.  i think we’ll all be better off that way.

can’t we all just pretend to get along?

no.  this is why i hate people.