Many times I think we are just waiting for people to disappoint us. Even the people we like a whole lot – we are just waiting for the day when they’ll let us down and we feel miserable. And we ALL love to be miserable. That is where the best poetry comes from, the best art, the best kind of unnecessary expression. From pain, real or imagined.
It’s a lot more difficult to write about happy things. I am going to try sometime.
Ever wonder if what people say when they are drunk is absolutely true or they’re just shooting their shy mouths off?
What is ugly? And why is it so difficult to call someone ugly in public. I notice whenever someone says that in public, people will make that person feel like the worst form of life. I never see that reaction when someone’s being complimentary.
And if we can’t say ‘ugly’ about a person, then we’ll find other words for it. We’re so good with euphemisms.