Social media has reduced me into being nearly only a crank. My moments of grace are becoming increasingly embarrassing. I find myself disagreeing with everything I hear, much of what I say, all that I write. It gives life an ugly momentum. Terrible. Everything that I see is obnoxious, or worse. So few experiences seem inviting any longer. Or, maybe I'm just arguing with the old me.
I might have lived out my life talking on street corners to scorning men... Now we are not a failure.
.. but a whimper.
I don't know. I know that there is only so much uncertainty that I can enjoy, then it is enduring, up until it can no longer be endured.
Her ex-ness asked the boy what it was that I really liked and the boy said, "Rock and Roll!"
"Shhhh... don't tell."
But he was right.
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