dear pulling in to go pee diary,
feeling that urge- i could wait no longer. mcdonalds is good for something. then i decided i was thirsty. i got to the counter and an older man started talking to me. "you know that mike is an asshole. if you notice, he ain't around no more." i recognized the man- knew exactly what he was talking about- but i couldn't place him- i got that face recognition disorder- i gotta have sex with you A LOT- or i wont remember you. i paid for the man's ice cream cone- out of guilt- and we continued to talk at his table. "i admire you and have for some time," he said, "and i don't even know your name," he said. i laughed and asked, "why's that?"
"well, there's several reason's, but the biggest one is your mouth and the way you use it," he said with a certain hesitation, "and the way you stick up for everybody- not just for who you like. but..." and he paused and had a concerned look, "but you need to learn to shut up and i mean that in a nice way."
"oh i know exactly what you mean," i explained, "but i cant shut up, because i'll speak up for what i feel is right everytime- for you- for him- for them- for anyone- because i hope that the one time i may need someone to speak up for me- when it's right- that ONE time- someone will," i pleaded for him to understand.
"honey, that is why i so admire you, but you must understand, i was just like you- but nobody will come to speak up for you- even when you are right as right can be. it is best to speak only for yourself- it is the way our world has come to be. a harsh lesson- for you and for me. silence can be golden. it was something it took my whole life to learn," his eyes told me his story, every word was true. on the way home i kept remembering shaking his hand before i left, he told me his name was james and i introduced myself as trixie. i am sure will speak again very soon- but his lesson still rings in my head- but i am afraid there wont be much silence from me- until i am dead.
feeling that urge- i could wait no longer. mcdonalds is good for something. then i decided i was thirsty. i got to the counter and an older man started talking to me. "you know that mike is an asshole. if you notice, he ain't around no more." i recognized the man- knew exactly what he was talking about- but i couldn't place him- i got that face recognition disorder- i gotta have sex with you A LOT- or i wont remember you. i paid for the man's ice cream cone- out of guilt- and we continued to talk at his table. "i admire you and have for some time," he said, "and i don't even know your name," he said. i laughed and asked, "why's that?"
"well, there's several reason's, but the biggest one is your mouth and the way you use it," he said with a certain hesitation, "and the way you stick up for everybody- not just for who you like. but..." and he paused and had a concerned look, "but you need to learn to shut up and i mean that in a nice way."
"oh i know exactly what you mean," i explained, "but i cant shut up, because i'll speak up for what i feel is right everytime- for you- for him- for them- for anyone- because i hope that the one time i may need someone to speak up for me- when it's right- that ONE time- someone will," i pleaded for him to understand.
"honey, that is why i so admire you, but you must understand, i was just like you- but nobody will come to speak up for you- even when you are right as right can be. it is best to speak only for yourself- it is the way our world has come to be. a harsh lesson- for you and for me. silence can be golden. it was something it took my whole life to learn," his eyes told me his story, every word was true. on the way home i kept remembering shaking his hand before i left, he told me his name was james and i introduced myself as trixie. i am sure will speak again very soon- but his lesson still rings in my head- but i am afraid there wont be much silence from me- until i am dead.
