I didn't write this. I found it while creeping on someone's facebook page. It's extremely insightful and I'm storing it away for future reference. It's not only insightful...it kind of blew my mind.
Things
by Mark Drapal on Friday, 05 June 2009 at 23:04.
I'm a slave.
My time is not my own.
I would say that I live for things that waste my time, but I'd be lying...I don't live at all.
It's amazing how things can control your life. THINGS. Things made for people.
Well forget the people just give me the things because I'd rather be with "them" anyway.
Things don't yell, or argue, or frown at you, or throw you around like a mannequin head. Things don't swear or spit in your face or cut off your tongue, or look at you like you're an idiot when you make a mistake.
Things leave you alone.
Things don't ask you about your day, things don't ask you if you're ok, things don't tussle your hair or poke you around, or stuff you full, and embarrass the hell out of you. Things don't touch all your stuff and move it around and clean up after you. Things don't ask you stupid questions.
Things don't smile, or joke, or kid. Things don't play. Things don't spend time on you, or work for you or make any sort of sacrifice for you. Things don't laugh. Things don't cry. Things don't smile...again. Things don't make you breakfast, lunch or supper. Things don't make you warm when you really need to be, things don't fix you snacks, or fail horribly at games. Things don't make you laugh, or smile, or feel.
Things...don't.
Things leave you alone.
They leave you very much alone.
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