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There is something pleasing about a bagel. It's not as boring as a sandwich and can feel distinctly American sometimes. I like watching how others eat them. You can learn a lot about a person. My best friend eats them toasted with sweet chili sauce and jalapenos. I'm not sure what that says about her.
I used to draw tornados as a child. Scribble them in the margins of notebooks and cover pages. Begin with a large circle and spiral downwards to a point. I was never interested in them really, I just liked the way they were drawn.
Fuck. I hate this word. We are destined. To live and work and die and be together and stay apart and to meet at a certain time and to keep meeting and to fall in love and fall out and end. But what are we destined by. Who or what decides this. Is it the same for everyone? One God that decides it all? Because that guy has a lot of work to do and he's not doing a great job, people hurt people most of the time. Did they decide that too?
Where is responsibility then, if all we do has already been decided, destined. We had to go that way, the choice meant nothing really. It was just for appearances. It was always going to pan out this way.
We have been switching from one to the other, staying there a while and changing our minds again the way children do about which parent they like the best. On one hand mom gave you chocolate yesterday but on the other dad took you to the park. On one hand we were in love but on the other we couldn't stand the sight of each other.
I had a jelly shot last night. Just the one. It was free and I was drunk; these are my excuses. I haven't eaten jelly in four years and back then it was coupled with ice cream, sprinkles and birthday parties.This time it was coupled with dancing, cigarettes and alcohol. I think I grew up.
Did you sign? Sign away everything you had because they told you it was the right thing. The honest thing. Best for you, your country, your people.
Did they say thank you? Your people, the ones you gave it all up for. Did they line the streets to sing your praises? Wave the same nondescript flags that mean so little now.
Now, you have no country. No power. No democracy. No people.
What a shame.
And all because they told you so.