I normally walk briskly and avoid all eye contact with people when I walk home at 11 pm in the city because it’s happened before that all kinds of people have harrassed me, but this time this dude on a bike passed by me and said, “hi, have a good night sweetie” and I responded but he was like, “nah, don’t worry, girl, I’m not gonna hurt you” and that startled me, kind of? Like how shitty do you have to be treated as a human that you have to justify saying “have a good night” to someone on the street? And how shitty are people that they cannot say, “thanks, you too!” in response?
It was a weird day, I guess?
Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.
Preparing for the inevitable, I suppose.
Remember the first time I ever listened to AJJ’s Brave As a Noun and thought he sang, “I’m abstinent as a mouse” instead of “I’m as timid as a mouse” hahahaha yeah I do hahahahah