I always want to write when my mind is blank. I don’t know why the urge to post is almost irresistible when I have nothing to say.
I ran into friend about an hour ago. I offered a quick hello then steered clear of further conversation. Why bother. I know she’s tired of my bullshit. I can tell she doesn’t want to hear it.
Two homeless guys in McDonald’s are in agreement that women are “taking over” and warn each other not to believe the media propaganda that woman “don’t make as much money as men.”
One tells the other, “Women make more than men. It’s been that way for over eight years.”
The other says, “The jobs aren’t really going overseas. They’re going to women.”
Both nod in agreement and continue to engage in small talk until they disagree about “disability… unemployment insurance…” and whether or not people “come up from Mexico and take jobs away from poor Blacks born in” this country.
That’s when the meeting of the minds turns argument loud and one of the guys stands and says, “I can’t listen to you anymore, man.”
He walks out of the fast food joint. The other guy goes back to his cell phone research.
I buy a vanilla cone and wonder whether or not I’m ever again going to post anything worth while.