Sunday, 20 October 2013
Things my mother taught me.
Don't ask for what you want, hint, allude, whisper or insinuate.
When you don't receive what you didn't ask for, don't get angry,
at least not outwardly, instead slam doors, snap dish towels,
or yell at the dog.
You must always look your best, appearances matter, far more
than broken hearts or dreams. Stand up straight, don't make
that face, smile, stop fidgeting, comb your hair.
Always be nice, avoid conflict, don't give opinions, lest you
be wrong. Don't make decisions either because then you
will be responsible for what happens to you. Instead, defer
to others and when things come crashing down, you can
You can make others happy, or more precisely, you can kill
yourself trying to make others happy. You can feel terribly
guilty when you fail to make others happy because of
course, it is your fault after all.
The truth is overrated. Believe what you like and if you
believe it long enough and hard enough, well, then it will
be true. Ignorance is bliss. See what you want to see, not
what really is.
Don't ask questions, don't be yourself and when you are fifty
and you don't know who the fuck you are, don't complain to
me about it. And don't say fuck.