"so why did you apply for this job?"|
"well, at my current grey-collar job, i see all the white collar workers come in
they worry about saving three cents on their gas
about how good of a job the car wash did
whether i laugh at their attempts at humour
it makes them happy when chocolate bars are a quarter cheaper than usual
they sigh and complain about the weather
they ask how i am and show the same indifference to my answer
whether its "fine", "suicidal", or "i am completely saturated with joy and happiness and wonder"
none of them ever even hum songs, let alone sing them
if they see me dancing with someone i work with it upsets them every time
their kids don't like them
and they don't seem to like their kids that much
if you try to talk to them about love or beauty or suff..."
"so what you're saying is..."
"i want to become that
i want die
at least a little bit"
"we can start you at 20 an hour"
"good, i'll be able to start shopping at old navy"
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien