Sheryl Crow is sending a letter to god.
For answers to the questions she asks herself at night. Here are the questions I sometimes ask myself at night.
Do the people who get on my nerves spend as much time thinking about me as I spend disliking them? Do I really dislike these people or do I just have higher expectations for acceptable social behavior because my dad was high-strung politician always concerned about impressions? Aren't impressions important? Are stereotypes essential to survival? Will I ever own a home? Will I live to be forty years old? Have I fucked anything up lately? How will the supreme court decide the marina appeal from the grant of summary judgment? When will everyone figure out that I'm a fraud? Am I a fraud? Why can't I ever feel qualified? Isn't it time that someone yelled at me? When was the last time I cried? When will I write for pleasure again? Am I as important I as I want to believe? Did I dominate the conversations I had today? Did I interrupt too often at that party? Do I exude a suffocating insecurity or confidence? Did I set the alarm?
Do the people who get on my nerves spend as much time thinking about me as I spend disliking them? Do I really dislike these people or do I just have higher expectations for acceptable social behavior because my dad was high-strung politician always concerned about impressions? Aren't impressions important? Are stereotypes essential to survival? Will I ever own a home? Will I live to be forty years old? Have I fucked anything up lately? How will the supreme court decide the marina appeal from the grant of summary judgment? When will everyone figure out that I'm a fraud? Am I a fraud? Why can't I ever feel qualified? Isn't it time that someone yelled at me? When was the last time I cried? When will I write for pleasure again? Am I as important I as I want to believe? Did I dominate the conversations I had today? Did I interrupt too often at that party? Do I exude a suffocating insecurity or confidence? Did I set the alarm?