I
like people.
Okay?
I
like persons.
O
— kay?
I
like personas
done
well.
One
unwell persona
tried
to hack another persona’s
personal
preferences
and
called that hacking love.
Notta
lotta personas
respond
well
to
personal preference hacking.
Uncomfortable
it is
not
liking this persona
who
is a person
who
thinks I’m liking
their
persona.
Uncomfortable
is
kind
of living a lie
not
liking who thinks I’m liking
is
uncomfortable.
However.
That
uncomfort is lower voltage
than
confronting that assumption of personhood
crouching
in that cramped persona
which
does not wander a mind field large enough
to warrant heart burn
mind
burn, tongue burn stoked
by
the confrontationally unsatisfying.
Unsatisfaction
can burn in my head for days
in
replays of the shoulda saids.
And
that is most uncomfortable.
Why
do that to myself?
I’m
a person.
One
of the people.
And
I
like people.
Okay?
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Barbara Barg
Barbara Barg was born out of formless chaos. For billions of years, she grew in a cosmic egg, working ceaselessly to create order by separating her clear yang from her turbid yin. She likes exploring mutability and is working on paying better attention. She hopes to out-live fascism and imperialism, but doesn’t let the demise of democracy destroy attainments of personal happiness and peace where appropriate.
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