With Gusto

Sociological Acceptance (In The Morning)

I'm still very tired from yesterday's work. Not to sound like a pussy, because I hate it when people yak about shit that I couldn't possibly care less about. Today's my day off and I'm almost too tired to enjoy. This sentiment, I feel, ought to concern all.

I'm going for breakfast, alone. I like breakfast, alone, but it almost feels like attending a movie, alone. But with a dark theatre, and with everybody staring at the big screen, it's almost the opposite of a breakfast joint, where anybody can look at me and make their own wild assumptions. If other people judge me like how I judge them, then I'm going to seem like a man without friends who tries to disappear in the crowds in order to feel a sociological acceptance in the morning.