Alone is a Three Letter Word

That one syllable word being of course, SAD. It resonates as somewhat pathetic I know but truthful it remains. Ahhh, sadness...this palpable marriage of letters associated with so many sleepless nights and tear stained pillow cases. I am single. This fact is brought to light daily by the passing masses of seemingly happy couples with their knowing looks of satisfactory smugness. It's as though they know a secret sharable only to those deemed worthy of such whispers. I haven't always been single. It's kind of a new thing for me. I make supremely awful choices when it comes to the opposite sex. I mean appallingly horrendous choices...the kind of choice that can never be forgotten or removed. In the animal kingdom, those who do not "mate" do not survive. Not only are they pushed from the herd of lovers making babies and sharing those clandestine conversations, but they are doomed to wander the plains without love and eventual food. These rogue creatures soon die of exposure, lack of sustenance, or being swallowed whole by some unsightly and gruesome predator just biding it's time til the lone being falls to it's knees in sheer exhaustion and unhappiness...or some other awful end. Survival does not favor the lone animal ostracized from the group. Of no use to the overall well being of the pack, their life is irrelevant as their obvious short comings would only weaken the species. Animals can smell fault from miles away. I think people aren't so different. Perhaps something is inherently wrong with me and therefore I attract broken members of the opposite sex or none at all. The broken ones aren't meant to reproduce, therefore something tragic occurs to prevent that and I am left sad once more. All creatures pair off at some point. Not to say that I want to be paired with a broken one. I suppose I need to adjust whatever the herd is smelling in me and fake a proper mate out, have his offspring and then eat him. If a garter snake can sucker other males to help change its heat signature so as to hump the female first, I can surely work some magic in time as well. I mean for Christ sakes, a garter snake. On a side note, everyone on the bus stinks. I mean everyone. Can you not smell yourselves? You're repulsive. Bathe. If you can afford to take the bus, you can afford a shower. Speaking of natural selection. Bus people should never mate...those would be some stinky, stupid babies.

Whatever Happened To...

common decency? Respect for thy fellow man? Treating others as you would care to be treated? I have my heart broken every day because I care for others so. Does this happen to anyone else? Am I alone in my overwhelming need to make others happy? Feeling good takes nearly no effort at all and yet it seems so foreign to the rest of the free world. I have bad days. I get bummed out and long for someone to release on...but I refrain from hurting others to appease the grumpy bear inside. I do not take out my misfortunes on anyone for any reason. Unless provoked. I am talking to you, leatherface cunt. Yeah, you. Did you have a rough one? Are you so unhappy with your existence that you must force anger on anyone unfortunate enough to stumble into your web of self loathing and intolerable cruelty? Did the three dollar extra charge on your meal this evening (so that you could inhale exactly what you wanted) really turn you into the beast i was to deal with? Or were you just biding your time before striking with your sickening impatience and insufferable rudeness? Was it truly necessary for you then to make it personal because I was refusing your inane requests and angry taunts? How is that a proportionate response? You got your fucking noodles, I explained before paying that a charge of THREE DOLLARS would be incurred and yet you waited, then pounced. Have listening skills gone the way of the dodo as well? When apologies and soft, calming tones are no longer enough to satiate a raving bitch bent on getting her three bucks back, are we really so civilized? I would much rather live on all fours in a dank swamp with not a whisper of light. Then, when someone crosses my turf, I would merely rip off there face and feed their entrails to my many four legged and frenzied children. The end. No stress, no hurt feelings, not a thought of it would linger in my mind cuz you'd be dead and consumed, forever part of my digestive track but out of my brain. It sucks that I am so affected by others. Especially their negativity. "Be the change you wish to see in the world" and I suppose maybe that's all the lesson I need. Self restraint has become such a virtue as it so rarely utilized. Please lord, don't let that woman reproduce...I may be forced to eat her offspring and I'm watching my figure.