Linguistics

This whole caring thing is a half assed hustle. You know we make sure our kids don’t have colorful shoes, instead of revising that old old paper. We tell daughters to cover their cups and never receive a drink from a stranger, we tell them to wait. We tell them to choose better. We tell them they have a curfew and allow their brothers to roam all night and experience life. We say daughters can’t wear short skirts. We tell little brown kids to exaggerate at the doctors office instead of making sure doctors listen to their pain. What even is that, this technique isn’t efficient.  Who is the person who decides to remove flowers from a garden? Who says it’s a good idea to remove the flowers by plucking them pedal by pedal instead of yanking them at the root. Who promotes a restaurant with a shitty menu, who promotes a restaurant that doesn’t acquire new dishes or pass state inspections. Who promotes a restaurant that places the customer last? Why and for what? Who gets to be served a poison dish? Who tips largely after eating it all? And although I write this with certainty, I think I'm wrong. I still think I’m wrong, certainly. It's not that the whole caring thing is a half assed hustle. It's that what we claim doesn’t match what we do. Our deceit is sweet talking and getting angry at rejection. Is that why they call it a game? When you can convince somebody you're something that's the antithesis of your natural self, regardless of how much you hate them, regardless of how you just wanna feel triumphant because you’ve won something and not a someone? Kinda like catfishing. And to make sense of this I ask, what did our flowers ever do to you?