It makes me anxious, reading
your words. I’ve done my
years of anxious, of constantly
running three steps ahead of
a fit. I threw that shit away in
2009 after my good altruistic
intentions got slammed by a
sledgehammer of entrenched
And that was just in my work life.
Friends come and go and I
became caught up in a frenzy
of mindless socializing, of
running from event to event not
of my choosing, hitting the
streets in a dervish dance from bar
to parade to fest to second line
and guzzling the latest cocktail de jour
or micro beer. Yeah, you right.
I fell for their slack-jawed mantra
that you’re only really living when
you’re immersed in “the culture”.
But I don’t believe their version is
the one and only true religion and
I grew tired of trying to be
more like them.
I’m not like them.
I called bullshit on it all and just stopped.
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