I Do What I Do

You do what you can do about it

I couldn't possibly count the second-guesses in my life. In or out of retrograde I assume everything around me is about me me me, and that's a habit people see as selfish. It makes them angry. They would be less frustrated if they knew that also meant every bad thing feels like something I could have prevented. It's not some carefree existence. I take every fucking thing I encounter personally.

But no. I can also paint it like. Narcissism. While I'm busy checking out my lip gloss and flipping through sneaker porn all of these trees are dying, kids are huffing glue. I'm hurting someone's feelings and can't tell, because they don't have feelings in my script for the life they are living, as it pertains to me. Hello. They are a supporting character.

Meanwhile. According to their script. I'm. A bitch.

Ha.