But I'd rather be whistling in the dark.
Ok. World? Are you listening?
Good.
I'd like you to know, first and foremost, that I'm not your caseworker. I can't fix your problems, I can't pay your bills, and I can't give you a job. I can't help you with the shit you deal with day to day, frankly, because I'm not going to do something for you that you should do yourself. I balk at the very concept of listening to your empty intentions of fixing your problems. It's time to put up, or shut up.
World, it's time for you to shit, or get off the pot.
Seriously. I am not your emotional dump-site. You have been taught how to fish too many times already for you to be whining about hunger.
The well is drying up. Got it!? GOOD! I've got no patience for your God-forsaken SCHLOCK!
That's not all.
Second, I am not interested in becoming who you want me to be, neither interested in what you want for me, nor interested in being dragged into a relationship requiring the involvement of...
1. my coworker
2. distance quantified best as "long"
3. your SPOUSE
4. acquiescence
Sorry if it hurts your feelings, but that's not for me. Not anytime soon and not with anyone I know, at least not right now. So lay off.
Why?
Because I'm just me. I require peace of mind. Don't take it personally; this is what I need right now, in order to keep me together. That is my ultimate function, you know - being me. I rather like me, and there's nobody else I'd rather be right now. Any insisting to the contrary will be met with a boot to the head. After all, in the wise and immortal words of They Might be Giants:
"There's only one thing that I know how to do well, and I've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well, and that's be you-- be what you're like-- be like yourself.
And so I'm having a wonderful time..."
Good.
I'd like you to know, first and foremost, that I'm not your caseworker. I can't fix your problems, I can't pay your bills, and I can't give you a job. I can't help you with the shit you deal with day to day, frankly, because I'm not going to do something for you that you should do yourself. I balk at the very concept of listening to your empty intentions of fixing your problems. It's time to put up, or shut up.
World, it's time for you to shit, or get off the pot.
Seriously. I am not your emotional dump-site. You have been taught how to fish too many times already for you to be whining about hunger.
The well is drying up. Got it!? GOOD! I've got no patience for your God-forsaken SCHLOCK!
That's not all.
Second, I am not interested in becoming who you want me to be, neither interested in what you want for me, nor interested in being dragged into a relationship requiring the involvement of...
1. my coworker
2. distance quantified best as "long"
3. your SPOUSE
4. acquiescence
Sorry if it hurts your feelings, but that's not for me. Not anytime soon and not with anyone I know, at least not right now. So lay off.
Why?
Because I'm just me. I require peace of mind. Don't take it personally; this is what I need right now, in order to keep me together. That is my ultimate function, you know - being me. I rather like me, and there's nobody else I'd rather be right now. Any insisting to the contrary will be met with a boot to the head. After all, in the wise and immortal words of They Might be Giants:
"There's only one thing that I know how to do well, and I've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well, and that's be you-- be what you're like-- be like yourself.
And so I'm having a wonderful time..."