Morose

My boyfriend and I got into a fight last night

Unlike most of our fights this one was held during the middle of a "punk show." He got pissy and said I hated society. The fact that we were standing amongst a crowd of nonconformists seemed a little too ironic. I don't HATE society. I just hate people.


It happened during a conversation about how I didn't want to be forced to pretend what other people cared about at my job/school. What their interests were. I didn't want to pretend (there's that word again) to be interested in someone's conversation/life. He gave me that 'all you do is complain' look and told me I was in "the wrong field, honey." Well fuck you very much and your snide attitude. Before letting me give him my look of annoyance, he spat "It's called a JOB!" REALLY? I'm supposed to endure hours upon hours of mental suffering and shut up and be happy about it because that's my job? Because that's life? I refuse to settle with that explanation.

And why can't I complain? Because it's annoying? Fuck you, fat people are annoying. Wanting something more, something better for yourself, for your life, it's an instinct. An instinct most people ignore or choose to forget about along this dull and dirty highway we call life.


XXX
Miranda

I don't feel like this one is finished.. But I'm sure I'll forget about it within the next couple of hours. So I've chosen to post it now.