Since we’re being random and stuff…
I was thinking that when I was about 13 years old, my momma took me to get my first pair of glasses. The eye doctor dude showed me a tiny pair of glasses and I didn’t look at them. I looked next to them. I don’t know why. I said I loved them. He offered a discount. My mom loved the discount. We bought the glasses and my mom bought him thank you flowers which my dad delivered. They were thankful about tiny glasses? Anyway, I tried them on in the car. They sure were tiny and had a little box that looked like it held a pen in it instead of friggin glasses. The lenses barely covered my eyes. My mom was so happy that I “loved” them. I… I didn’t. I looked at them in the car.
And I’ve been doing the thing ever since. Looking next to the decision and feeling too awkward to explain, so just running along with it for days, months, years, until poof! A new one happens. This time it was a nasty macaroni salad. They have promised to bring it to the holiday dinners forever now, since I loved it so much. It’s… sour, yet bland. I can’t eat two bites and love myself simultaneously. All because the doctor made too much eye contact.
I was thinking that when I was about 13 years old, my momma took me to get my first pair of glasses. The eye doctor dude showed me a tiny pair of glasses and I didn’t look at them. I looked next to them. I don’t know why. I said I loved them. He offered a discount. My mom loved the discount. We bought the glasses and my mom bought him thank you flowers which my dad delivered. They were thankful about tiny glasses? Anyway, I tried them on in the car. They sure were tiny and had a little box that looked like it held a pen in it instead of friggin glasses. The lenses barely covered my eyes. My mom was so happy that I “loved” them. I… I didn’t. I looked at them in the car.
And I’ve been doing the thing ever since. Looking next to the decision and feeling too awkward to explain, so just running along with it for days, months, years, until poof! A new one happens. This time it was a nasty macaroni salad. They have promised to bring it to the holiday dinners forever now, since I loved it so much. It’s… sour, yet bland. I can’t eat two bites and love myself simultaneously. All because the doctor made too much eye contact.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
