what we talk about when we talk about what we were talking about

older now,
i have realized
that i really don't
give a shit
about what people think:
their opinions,
their answers to
obvious questions,
their convictions,
and how far they are
willing to go
for those convictions.
you see,
it's pretty much
just a bunch of opinions
looped together
to make people
feel better about
the final outcome,
the end scene,
the big finale.
i know people that
truly believe
in the shit they spew.
they are so convinced
that they are willing
to start wars over
their slop.
older now,
i'm of the opinion
that there are no
true opinions.
some people get it
while other people do not.
it's just the way of things.
hell, there are some of us
that never learn how to
properly
make love,
that there are two people involved
(in most circumstances)
and everyone involved
should be having a good time
before getting off
in a way that pleases
all parties concerned.
it's just a simple
example,
but if everyone
learned to fuck properly,
maybe we could learn
to love in the same breath,
or learn to accept
one another for
face value
without all of the secrecy,
self consciousness,
and hurt.
now i really don't believe
that everyone could learn
how to properly fuck.
but maybe we could stop
trying so hard to fuck each other
and get on with the part
that is more concerned with
love.