Remembering People Still in My Head
I just looked! What I saw made me feel sick. "Birds of a feather" But I liked the man! He was one of the very few people I felt comfortable with! Maybe everyone did. That's why they all want to talk to him.
After a while, when I'd been home, maybe when I had moved to another state, I had wanted to talk to them. Then I realized, no!, I didn't. Some were assholes, literally had a screw missing, or their aroma was success and their noses were programmed to pick up only that scent. I thought they were shit. Ha! Here they were, thinking they ruled the world, and I looked back at them, seeing golden greed and the belief of lies. Not my perfume.
In their worlds, I was worth nothing. No one with sensibility was. Art, feh. Music, well maybe, if they were entertained. Pretend they had class? Could they even spell it? Sometimes, Catholic School graduated snooty vaginas who paid their religious dues, and shrunk all the others. Kudos to my Daughters-in-Law who never, so it wasn't a blanket.
Me, without self-worth, said nothing, I would smile if they dropped out a fourth floor window. I still don't see them clearly and it's too easy to hit my self-abnegation. One dead, I don't care. She thought I would speak to her after she refused to be honest with me. That I would wish her well, hope the cancer flew away. No, I didn't care. At all. People die. Everyday. Lip service is convenient, but she received no gift from me. Not even.
If I truly appreciated myself, I wouldn't care. They would go their own way. I wouldn't notice. I wouldn't need those I don't care for to notice. And I didn't care for them. Color, ethnicity, race, all bullshit. I don't care. I like humans who know what it is to be human.
I do appreciate myself. God, it's good to be smart. I was born of a brilliant family and passed it on. I was too crazy to use mine. Those assholes and etc. didn't know, I wasn't their type, didn't have their smell. I still have a ways to go. I can see it now. It makes me sad and it's taken fifty years to get to this place. To me, those holes were not even bumps in the road! They don't exist! They never existed in my sight. Would that I could just be where I want. What can I do?
I can talk. And talk. People listen. A lot of people. One would have been good. But the numbers climb. There's a beanstalk and I'm on it. People know. Women especially. Talking will help, but not end it. I will look, and keep looking. This is hard, but ........................
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