POLYURETHANE
Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner. —Lao Tzu
The facade is real.
The amount of work they put in to deceive you should make you nervous.
Paved over streets hide yesterday’s mistakes.
The problem isn’t fixed, just deferred
Delayed. It’ll come back like Hailey’s.
Or herpes. Or an underdog team in the final play of the game.
No one is listening to you.
No one gives a rodent’s posterior about the inferior or superior. They pretend they care.
Fake is the game of the named, or the name of the gamed.
They smile in your face, all the time they want to take your place. Ask the O’Jays. Not OJ. Although he knows about back-stabbers.
Excessively impassive.
Aggressively passive.
It’s how they operate. It’s how their world turns. Burn it down. Fahrenheit.
They avoid eye contact with the soulful, but give eye contact to their own.
Truth sayers and soothsayers aren’t woven into the fabric, they’re detachable. How convenient to them.
It saves them time from dealing with eternity. And now.
Incomplete.
Vapid conversation.
Choosing to focus on the meaningless.
Putting all their time and attention into the frivolous and immaterial, or worse, themselves.
Blank stares reaching out for any variety of notoriety.
Completely plastic in the flesh.
The only other thing that’s somewhat real is the polyurethane coating that’s worn like armor, to shield out anything true or of substance.
Because they can’t be bothered.
Makes me wanna holler.
While they’re talking about you behind your back, they should kneel down and kiss your ass. A caged mind leads the body to uselessness.
The Polyurethane people are all over.
Everywhere. Beware.
They stop and stare.
Look out for the glare.
Protect yourself at all times.
Someone has to care.
Bear Hugs and Onions
Dude in my standup said that he wanted to make sure that something was “repeatable, replicable, and reproducible.” It could just be me, but isn’t that incredibly repetitive?
I just want to go back in time and find the person who introduced raw onions in salads. I want to make him or her cry. I want to choke him out. Or her. Doesn’t matter. My vengeance to rectify culinary disasters knows no prejudices.
People don’t read anymore. For about 15 mins, I sat in an airport coffee shop watching people complain and bitch about how slippery a section of the floor was despite two wet floor signs posted at eye-level.
It is funny how we have stuffed teddy bears for kids, yet you really shouldn’t try to bear hug a bear in the wild.
A soccer team’s locker room should be called a sloccer/slocker room.
I want to invent a themeless theme park.
Cars depreciate as soon as you drive off the lot. Sounds ridiculous. I’d just drive the car around the car dealership for 2 weeks before driving away. Get my money’s worth.
Real conversation:
ME: How are you?
FRIEND: Sick with a migraine atm
ME: I’m sorry. Ugh.
For a second, I thought there was money in this migraine atm.
Ever talk to somebody and you see spit forming in the corners of their mouths? It’s pretty unsightly. It’s like that person has rabies and has to tell you about it. Go get your shots, weirdo! Keep your mouth moisture in your face.
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