They have made it clear that they prefer to
about their business and want me to do the same.
This ought not to surprise me as it does;
I ought to know by now that most people have a
they would rather do than have me love them.
There is a television, for instance; the truth
is that almost everybody,
given the choice between being loved and
would choose the latter. Love interrupts
interferes with mowing the lawn, washing
or walking the dog. Love is a telephone
ringing or a doorbell
waking you moments after you've finally
succeeded in getting to sleep.
So we must be careful, those of us who were
the wrong number of fingers or the gift
of loving; we must do our best to behave
like normal members of society and not make
of ourselves; otherwise it could go hard
It is better to bite back your tears,
swallow your laughter,
and learn to fake the mildly self-deprecating
favored by the bourgeoisie
than to be left entirely alone, as you will be,
if your disconformity embarrasses
your neighbours; I wish I didn't keep forgetting
-- Alden Nowlan
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