There was an old woman with one of those four-pronged stick things on campus today. Perhaps that's when I should be a student.
when I'm old, not a woman. If I had to be an old woman, I would make sure that I was Japanese. Because old Japanese women are the best sort of old people ever.
I just have so much love and respect for them. I have no idea why. It's completely irrational. I don't feel the same way for any other 'group' of people. It's probably a little bit racist, but in a nice way.
I just like Japanese old women and, fuck it why not?, men more than I like most other people.
I get that feeling...the one where it feels like your abdomen is being tickled by fairies. The same feeling I got when the Australian gap teacher was teaching me History when I was 9. The same feeling I get around someone with a beautiful Irish accent. The same feeling I get when I see someone lick their thumb to turn the page in the newspaper. When I see someone doing something that they don't need to do, that I could help them with. mechanic people being routine. to see something futile but endearing.
not that old Japanese women are futile. they just share that emotion.
but I'm stuck with being white, I'm stuck with being male, I'm stuck with being english, I'm stuck with being skinny and gangly.
for now.
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