why yes we are first world according to the historical definition

someone a couple decades older than me i used to see daily ten years ago has sent me a friend request on a social networking site man this is a boring sentence and at first i was flattered but this is a person who's looked me in the eye and said they were singling me out for some reason* and could i not tell anyone maybe please?** as i stood there & realized coloured contacts weren't perfect and now she's looked at my profile and saw

1. the name of a school

2. some sad group photos

3. me being rude to people on my wall

clearly i've failed her and i can't see a polite way of telling her how i think made up inspirational stories and out of context quotes are crappy ways of getting people to love the world*** 

somehow i don't think i'll be answering that request anytime soon

*not in so many words

**i had puhtenshul, dammit!

***to be fair, you can't rise above things without being exposed to them & the earlier the better.
this post is actually brought to you by my currently very sadomasochistic(america america america)relationship with beat poetry. i wonder when i'll get over beat poetry.