I’m a Human.

I don’t steal peoples’ Social Security numbers, identities, and jobs.

I speak the language that the rightful residents of my country speak.

I don’t expect an entire country to bend over backwards to make me feel special and accept my customs. I fucking live with the fact that some people think my way of life is retarded without screaming about prejudice in a country where everything is given to me and I’m not expected to try.

I’m expected to try in school. Not only that, I can read.

My family contains less than fourteen members.

I don’t feel that it’s my right to be a rude little tool to people working in retail stores and restaurants and not pick up after myself.

I don’t expect people to put more emphasis on me than everyone else just because I refuse to learn or assimilate to at least the same degree that everyone else does.

When I want to talk to someone or ask them a question, I speak the language that they speak instead of expecting them to learn mine.

I’m a Human.

Cheers to your smiles, your cars, your houses
Cheers to your success measured in paper
Cheers to this separate path we follow
So different from yours
Materialistic and mainstream
Yet I bow to you
For your happiness and fulfillment
Watch me follow my path
See the steps I take
My smile may outshine yours
And I apologize
But my tarnished gold outweighs your jewels
By far

So happy. Can’t do much but sit and smile at the wall.

It’s Sunday, it’s okay to do that

Yes, sir. Yes… it is.

I’m completely content.

there’s someone having sex on a car in your parking lot. that’s what i called and told my supervisor. one person, and now its like a big freak at the store. people are so easy to push buttons. makes me wonder if I’m that easy to push the buttons on. I don’t think so. Who knows. I just don’t get people sometimes. yet I’m still surprised by their behavior. I don’t know why I am surprised. the robot is content, that’s a good thing ya know. cannot shake being sick in one way or another. my week literally can be zipped up into being sick and in pain. colitis migraines get the fuck out of here. on the other hand bacon makes me so happy right now I cannot contain myself. my paranoia of bacon and those of the like have left me jaded. swears I should go with it, I’m afraid. tell me its ok again.and again.

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Honestly.

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