antisocial networking

why is it so hard to believe

that i would rather engage in

meaningful conversation

than send make believe gifts

over the internet?

i don't care about boring chit chat

about nothing

(unless

of course

it's funny)

or what new waste-of-time game

you are playing.

this doesn't mean i don't

care at all,

i just want an honest

thought-out message,

and, if at all possible

full sentences (and words).

c'mon

just give me something real.

i'm connected to so many people

only to feel even more

disconnected

and bored.

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

i'm trying things
for the first time
things i wanted to
incorporate into my life
but had discounted as
just not me.

who says i can't change
and surprise myself.

i'm living up to
everyone else's expectations
of who i am
and what i do
and it's gotten clausterphobic
confined to this
little box made of labels.

so i say
fuck that.
it's my life,
go get your own.