don't mistake me

Thursday, June 18, 2009

don't mistake me

Obviously you must have me mistaken for someone who cares; someone who gives a damn (hmmm…this is starting to sound like the song). I don’t care about your day at work. I could care less about your boss’ illness or love life. Do I care that her son likes to pretend he is a superhero by wearing a brown paper bag? Heck NO! He’s probably got a mental retardation and needs to have it checked out. (I’m definitely kidding about this. No offense.) I don’t care about your business venture and I especially don’t care about the mundane things you tell me; for example, your workout routine at the gym, what you had for lunch, what you ate for dinner. Get it?! Talk to me about something interesting. Talk to me about the world. Talk to me about ancient history, today’s politics or the latest indie flick you saw. PLEASE don’t talk to me about your mother, your sleeping patterns, how lovely you think the rain is or whatever mundane thing you want to talk with me about. Yes, I understand that you are a decades older than I am but just because you are older doesn’t mean you know everything. It especially doesn’t mean I don’t know anything. I know how to pitch a tent, start a fire, and spread a ready-made fudge mixture into a pan….for goodness sake. What, do you think I can’t read? If I don’t know something, I can definitely figure it out. I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP! If I ask for it, by all means do what you can. However, don’t believe me as inept as to not know anything. Thank you!