Curt: (adj) rudely brief in speech or abrupt in manner.
“Shut up. And if you’re not speaking, get the hell out of my face.”
Every single day of my life I sit here writing these essays—pouring out words from my heart, tumbling from deep in my soul.
And what do you do? Damn it, you peruse them. Or if you do read them, you’re only interested in catching grammatical errors.
Yes. That’s what I said.
You and your horse you rode across the wilderness…or whatever that street lingo is.
I’m a sensitive fellow.
I am in need of affirmation.
Have you ever met an artist who isn’t? Even though it is extremely pretentious to refer to oneself as an artist, I shall do it on this occasion, just to make my much-needed point.
You think you’ve earned the right to be a critic instead of basking in the warmth, the tenderness and the glory of the progression of thoughts I offer, using words as the boxcars of my train of thoughts.
Now, could YOU have come up with that previous sentence?
Your response: “Well, I wouldn’t. It’s silly. It’s affected.”
Well, screw you.
I don’t need your appreciation.
I don’t care if you ever read another thing I ever write.
Go surf the Internet.
Be a beach boy looking for the best wave.
I don’t care.
Of course, I do—but I can’t let you know.
So I have decided the best path is to follow the entire mass of present society and appear to be angry and apathetic. Or is it apathetic and angry? Which one makes you mad and which one disconnects you from the mainstream of the motherboard of life?
So this may be my last posting—though probably not because I still have time left on my WordPress contract.
But if I didn’t, you would be without ME tomorrow. So what do you think about THAT?
Too curt for you?
(The preceding was only for dramatic effect. Any feelings hurt in the process of production were unintentional.)