петък, 4 февруари 2011 г.

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i need you to listen for just a second. i don't care
if you only shop at thrift stores. And i don't care
if you read nothing but classic novels. it is not
important to me whether you are thirteen or thirty
four, foreign or native, thing or overweight. I will
not judge you. it does not matter to me what kind of
haircut you have, what sort of statement you're
making while you lead a vegan lifestyle or if you
love steaks and fried eggs. Love sex, hate drugs, do
cocaine, listen to simon and Garfunkel. I'm not
interested in how superior your taste in underground
music is. I couldn't care less if you're wearing
urban outfitters jeans, thrifted shoes, or a
Hollister polo. It is not important to me whether you
are a writer, a dreamer, a painter, a gas station
clerk, or if you're living off food stamps. I don't
give a shit if you're a hippie, a half-assed hipster,
an atheist, a devoted Christian, wealthy, dirty,
catholic, homeless, jewish, Buddhist, a smoker, a
drinker, clean, or shy, I will not judge you. it
doesn't matter to me how extensive your vocabulary
may be, which independent films you've seen, what
books you've read, how high your IQ is. I will still
open the door for you. I promise. and i will let you
sit near me if another seat is unavailable. Even if
you don't like what I believe in and even if I
disagree with some of your ideas. I will fucking
respect you. I will offer you some common decency.
and not because it's right, and not because you
deserve it, but because that is what makes sense to
me. This is what has always made sense to me. I'm a
shadow. Neurotic, opaque, and drunk with fascination.
I'm your friend. And you don't have to impress me.
because I'm not here to impress you.