write something else

write something else about what a maniac you are and what you think you see when you look at people
how their whole lives are scrawled across their faces
how they don't hide anything, nothing, no pain that hasn't crystallized into a wrinkle or a furrowed brow at the sight of a crying child

something like that
about the women who shop in your store with their children and their children's allergies
their reusable shopping bags
their neverending quests to eat themselves skinny

how you know which one of them is in love
which one of them has a shell around her skull blocking anything from going in or out
which one knew you were about to ask them if they were finding everything ok
who sucks
who shaves

who cares?

it's taken years of experience and more than a little self-convincing to think that this feminine rabble i rub elbows with are anything more than buckets of their husbands money or black holes of their own debt.

but those are the typicals
there are the exceptionals

the ones who smile at you first (1 in 1,000)
the ones who aren't married (1 in 10,000)
the ones who don't look like their hobbies include boring paint off walls (1 in 100,000)
the combination of all three of those things (you do the math)

why am i so hard on these women?
is it because they are so hard on me?
is it because any one of them can be the lady who stops me when i'm on my break and asks me to check for something in the back even though i told her i was sure we didn't have her plain flavored pub cheese? (i pawned her off on a new kid, but still she had the guts to ask)

sorry ladies.
it's all just a little too overwhelming sometimes
the breadth of your characters
i'm sure i'd feel the same way about men if i worked at home depot

i'd know who was gonna ask the girl if she needs help
i'd know who talks about my beard because he can't grow one
i'd know who's an asshole to girls and who gets romantically exploited
who sucks
who shaves

who cares?