I do. I really like them. Like, like like them. Intense music. Intense people. Intense conversations. Intense love. Intense sex. Intense experiences. Intense ideas. I like to be excited. Aroused. Provoked. I want to turn it on and never stop. I want to. be in the flow. Going. Going Going.
But I usually fall asleep at about 10pm lately. I’m living the life of a middle-aged mom. I don’t really know how to describe the live wire inside me, but middle-aged mom doesn’t do it.
But that’s my life. I love my kids. More than anything. But the life I’m supposed to be happy with. Well, it is anything but intense. Unless you consider wiping someone’s butt intense.
And I’m supposed to be happy with this. Playgrounds. Gossip about other women. Conversations about my husband and everything he. doesn’t do right.
Snore. Who cares? I don’t. I’d rather stab myself than start a conversation with the average mom at the playground. Do I think I’m better than them? No. It has nothing to do with that. But the second I. open my mouth, I’ll have to edit myself. Edit. Edit. Edit.
I came in a pretty package. Something between a cheerleader and a trophy wife. But what comes out is... I’m not sure. Not that. Maybe closer to Howard Stern. Problem is, I’m actually so nice. Like, really really sweet.
I just can’t care about stupid boring shit. I want to. shake everyone up all the god damned time. I don’t know why. If I could stop. I probably would. It would make life easier if. I just wanted what I’m supposed to.
I suck at life but I do so many things other people are jealous of. I just think. just do it. and stop trying to be. normal. Normal doesn’t get you amazing. Although, sometimes it. does. If you have just the right brand of normal, you can ride that shit to. the bank. And they do love to talk about it.
“Yes. My normal is THE normal so deal with it bitches.”
I just don’t care. I don’t think I’m even a feminist anymore.
I’m so tired of trying to make men into women. It’s a very poor use of time. Why would you do that? Men are so much more fun anyway. I’d rather let them say mean shit and look at big boobs in video games.
But, that doesn’t exactly make me popular. I’m also not particularly popular with men either because I hate being patronized by ppl who think that just because I’m a spazzy weirdo, that I’m dumb.
Spazzy weird men aren’t called ditzes. They’re considered super deep and interesting.
I’m fine with coming across ditzy if I can at least be myself. A person who can’t sit still. A person who can’t be normal and doesn’t want to. I need to suck the juice out of life. I need to feel deeper. Know truth. Hold the universe in my hand and have it throbbing to the beat inside me.