psychology needs a PhD in humor
“so there’s this meeting at 5am. i don’t want to go either but will be there. i have to go but you don’t need to if you don’t want to,” he wrote.
i laughed out loud, in part cause i’d assigned him asshole status, in part cause he was super rude, in part cause he assumed i was a slacker, in part cause his compliments were deliriously unwarranted, in part cause i knew the gig was too corporate and impersonal for me, and finally, in part cause i was going to answer in a way that would confuse him about my intentions that my gut directed me not to trust him with.
“thanks for letting me know,” i wrote back.
“i’m too fuckin’ old to pretend i care when i don’t and i’m too full of questions to pretend to listen to others give bullshit answers to the unasked. why the fuck should i lose energy or sleep to accommodate someone else’s waking dream?” i thought.
i like to think that my smile says it all. it screams short-term motherfucker stuck in long-term game.
if i can play the love pieces by myself, i can be the gold found but never dug up. but that settling.
so let’s see what happens to everyone’s heart next summer.