Saturday, June 07, 2014

People

People.
People seem
to like me
And I don't understand it at all

I am bewildered and perplexed
and I do not know
How?
Why?
What is there to like?
What are they after?

I think,
Are you this fucked up that you don't believe that anyone could like you?
And the answer seems to be yes.

Yet I function and live
I'm happy
I have love and I live

But I guess as someone who's afraid

Waiting for the punchline
Waiting for the rug to be be pulled.


Crikey

I saw a man driving, top-down, arm nonchalantly thrown across the front seats, driving one-handed.
But wait, he's actually steadying something.
Oh, it's a window? Or metal screen?
It's laid across the back, and sat in the rear, steadying the other side, with so little room the edge of it is at her throat, with her head flung back, is a woman.
Yeah.
OK.
All it takes is an emergency stop, and her head's going to be rolling rolling rolling down the highway.

The stupid, it burns!

Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Conveniences

Yesterday I noticed that workmen had moved all their extra stuff into the women's loos at work, while they're working on the disabled toilets. It really bugged me, because the men's toilets are directly opposite, about the same distance and same size, possibly bigger, and I was wondering why it was the women's ones they had chosen to use. I was thinking about feminist issues surrounding women's space being treated as less important and such. Then I realised that the door of the disabled opens against the men's, so actually it's likely a matter of convenience. This was actually a huge relief to me. Which is good, it means I'm not just looking for things to be angry about.