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2021-09-25 10:23 am

Prescriptive

I feel so much joy and love for others when they get engaged, less so for weddings I suppose. They're beautiful parties-- but stale curations at the same time. And $$$$$$$.

When I think of myself, I don't set my body in those scenes, I don't feel the butterfly's whisper in my stomach. I don't feel anything. Most of all, I don't personally feel bothered by this numbness either. But society and the world around my bores a hole in my head and plants the question; "...is this what I should be doing?...". While every folicle, every cell, every muscle twitch and heart pump gently says "no, thank you".
Is this subject to change?
Am I just a wandering 27 year old like all the others? Or am I the only other again?

I quite like being the other.
It's exciting to have little secrets.

and I don't need a piece of paper to prove to the world who I'm fucking, with the blessing of the law.