There are 36 trillion self help books and everyone on the internet has read them all.
Not only have they read them,
they have applied them and adopted them and molded them
into the very fiber of their being
so that when they go out into the wild and interact with other humans who have also read the 36 trillion self help books, they will know how to behave precisely so as not to show any, or maybe just not too much, emotion because
Flag or a GRF
and we don’t wave those fuckers around here, you guuuys.
We bury them six feet underground and plant rows of daisies and begonias and tulips on top of the fresh dirt so that when a motherfucker comes along and stumbles upon us, they will only smell the roses, as it were, and not the dank shit that is the very reason for the vibrancy of their leaves.
Everyone is doing this now so you need to do it too because it’s just unheard of to be 41 years old and still have unresolved issues from your past because
and work all those kinks right the fuck out because after talking to our therapist for 26 years, we are finally ready to give ourselves to someone but we can’t give ourselves to you until you go to THERAPY because you are just a little too emotional and we are 41 years old for gods sake!
God, Diane. You’re so fucking yesterday.
you’re also super hot
and you give the best head
and you’re fun in the bedroom
and we laugh constantly
and something about you just feels so goddamn familiar.
And your tits! They’re just the right amount of perky and sag for a 41 year old mom. They’re kinda perfect, Diane.
In fact, you’re kinda perfect,Diane.
But only just kinda.
That shit you pulled at that park in Mobile CANCELS OUT your generosity and kindness and overall hotness.
Get yourself together now Diane and DO NOT UGLY CRY AT PICNIC TABLES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GODDAMNED PARK!
You are embarrassing yourself
And everyone else on the internet who does yoga at 6 a.m. and drinks hot lemon water for breakfast and laughs at appropriate jokes only and has a rich and full life and who does not actually need us at all (being needed is so 1950 now, Diane) because their life is so full of wonder and joy and enriching things like museums and enlightenment.
What do you even mean that
the light shining off this crevice in his forehead
reminds you of that canyon
you went down in
when you were 14
and it was so dark, so dark, so dark
except for that tiny shaft of light
peeking through at the top.
That’s so fucking weird!
PLEASE CONSULT THIS SELF HELP APP WE, THE INTERNET, HAVE DOWNLOADED AND PUT ON THE HOME SCREEN OF YOUR PHONE WHILE YOU WERE CRYING IN THE SHOWER.
You’re kind of a psycho, Diane.
Kind of like for real, Diane.
But god you’re so pretty!
And you’re so funny.
And you’re so sweet.
And you liked that Indian food you had never tried
and you climb fire towers in the middle of the forest when it’s raining
and you rub our arms when we’re not expecting you to
and you play with our beard
and scratch our head
and you put your arms around us just because
and we’ve never had a woman feel so soft and so warm.
Can’t you just get it together for now?
He came all the way down here
from all the way up there.
Why’d you have to go and drive across four states for him?
Didn’t your brothers ever tell you not to do a thing like that?
Didn’t your daddy ever tell you a man who wants you will come and get you?
Didn’t your mama ever tell you to hide your crazy?
Love you again.
Everyone on the internet has read all 36 trillion self help books and have applied them and adopted them and molded them into the very fiber of their being.
And we don’t live here in this space where lines get blurred
and greens give way to browns in the same square of grass
and ketchup clumps at the top of the bottle and we don’t wipe it off
and t-shirts get torn from that splinter of wood on the picnic table
and everyone is a walking disaster all done up in their Sunday best and when they take those dresses off there are tears in the stockings underneath and sweat stains on the armpits of their slips.
We live on the internet where we behave precisely
and choose our words carefully
and time our responses perfectly.
We live on the internet where we’ve all been in therapy for the past 26 years and are finally ready to give ourselves to someone who has also tied up all their loose ends and cut off all the frayed edges.
We are just sitting here waiting for our perfect match.
We thought it was going to be you, Diane.
But that shit you pulled at that park in Mobile…….