Sunday, March 24, 2013

I Am Broken


I don't want to hear about your kids 
I don't want to chat about your home improvement projects
I don't want to buy things to make myself feel more complete
I don't want to pretend that I envy your luxury car
I don't want to spend valuable time making smalltalk about the weather
I don't want to eat the mass-produced, low-fat, corn-infused swill that everyone insists is healthy
I don't want to invest in my 401k
I don't want to spend my entire life in the same town, city, or country
I don't want to take you on a date and feign interest in the banalities spewing from your mouth
I don't want to spend precious free hours taking you to dinner, meeting your friends, or shopping
I don't want to marry you
I don't want to work at the same job for 40 years and get the gold-watch sendoff
I don't want to simply trust that "everything will be okay"

I don't want what society tells me to want. Therefore I am broken.

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