Where the datadink goes Prowling

I hear them laugh everywhere around me. Laugh and be merry but when I do it too I'm frowned upon. What's she doing? Why is she doing it wrong? I surrender to the fact that I'm different, if only slightly. It's like having half a brown eye in a group of people with only blue eyes. They won't notice right away but after a while they can't but to stare at it. The brown spot. Skidrow.

There might not come the day that it's overwon. The brown in your eye will always be there. You can hide it with a contact lense or try paint it blue but it'll always be there and because you know it's there they will feel it too. Just surrender to be the outsider people love to accept and pat on the head. There's little else to do but smitten them with your kind of laughter and the brown in your eyes.

And so I prowl down the main street in search of an answer to todays question: Is there a day after today or will we have to seize today? The answer on people's faces is clear. Don't seize today - do it tomorrow. It's easier. Better weather. More fun. More money. Do your working today. Wait until tomorrow. 

datadink out

Mood:  Philosophical