being a slut
is indie. is hip. is cool. making out with girls, for the entertainment of pigs, is hip. is cool. selling yourself, not for money, but for attention is hip. is cool. where was i? i never got that memo. the one where you are required to stop having a soul by age 17. start having sex before you understand it, start having illicit sex before you even know what you're doing. reading cosmo for tips to keep him turned on! reading self to obsess over the bodies of people who spend their entire day in a gym, something you will never have the luxury of doing or need to do.
having boyfriends or girlfriends or both or several of both is hip. is cool. and not caring about anyone is the norm. not having conversations with anyone but those listed on your cell phone contacts is hip. is cool. i wonder what college was like before cell phones. i wonder what the world was like. i can't remember it. everyone is ALWAYS on the phone. ALWAYS. either their thumbs are about to fall off from text messaging overloads or their larynx is about to commit suicide from sustaining hours of verbal bile. they're probably talking to someone they don't care about. or someone they want to just have "fun" with. they're driving their suburbans with their bleach blonde streaks and large sunglasses on the phone. they talk so much. they say nothing.
i was not meant for this era. whenever i start to think about it, (think. remember what that means?) i become more convinced.
having boyfriends or girlfriends or both or several of both is hip. is cool. and not caring about anyone is the norm. not having conversations with anyone but those listed on your cell phone contacts is hip. is cool. i wonder what college was like before cell phones. i wonder what the world was like. i can't remember it. everyone is ALWAYS on the phone. ALWAYS. either their thumbs are about to fall off from text messaging overloads or their larynx is about to commit suicide from sustaining hours of verbal bile. they're probably talking to someone they don't care about. or someone they want to just have "fun" with. they're driving their suburbans with their bleach blonde streaks and large sunglasses on the phone. they talk so much. they say nothing.
i was not meant for this era. whenever i start to think about it, (think. remember what that means?) i become more convinced.