too many sides and every edge cuts.
we went to violet1 today and the service is HORRID. beyond horrid. got into an argument with that LadyCruellaBoss. cos they meant to cheat us!! only when we set in that they told us each person HAD to get a drink (one glass of coke costs 5bucks. welcome to the 'Nothing is free and people are out to cut your throats in this World' world.) sometimes i think i'm too critical of people. like i always think any stranger who stops me on the street and asks me qns is mad. (like ytd when this guy asked me where to get 'that bag' in the middle of heeren. it was my 'hockey stick bag'. weird.) and that tattooed hairtailed bleached hair torn pants guy who asked for change for 5 bucks on the bus.. i just totally blew him off. i think it was fear more than anything else. fear that the person's mad (just like i am?)
maybe im too dense with animal courage and lacking of mental courage. like godfrey in silas marner. and i hide it all under the guise of calm nonchalance. no i'm just too afraid. too wary, and too untrusting.
slice.
the side you want to see,
its too sharp.
if it watches you, who you are,
gliding against what it expects of you,
you are gone.
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