It's easy to think that the world hates you when you don't get your way -- that God views of you as some sort of scab that he's just waiting to pick off at the next stoplight, that small animals and insects are out to get you, and that baristas everywhere want to mess up your americano intentionally because they think your teeth are too crooked, that your parents wish they had any other child in the world except you, that your brother's girlfriend hates all of your handbags and the way you walk, that policemen enjoy ticketing your car window, that everyone thinks you're a bigot and can't pronounce certain words like "water" or "anachronism" correctly, that the sun intentionally burns you, that high school acquaintances avoid you, that bad hair days adore you, and that the mailman keeps letters from people you love because he likes to see you walk to the mailbox each day and shriek at the spider he just put in there only to walk away without a letter and a little more lonely.
You shouldn't think that way though. That helps nobody.
Comments (3)
i knew there was something funny about the way you said anachronism.
sometimes i think the mailmen hold all my acceptance letters to new yorker, paris review, etc....
The world may not like you but I do :)
Thought you'd like to know there was just a John McCain ad on the right side of your blog.