So as it turns out, I'm in a shit mood tonight. And against my own better judgment, I'm gonna blog about it.
I've let my shit mood overtake me tonight in all the things I do. That means I've dropped the filter. Any missives sent tonight are pure, unadulterated Evo. In charge tonight is the guy who's not in the mood for any bullshit. He won't budge an inch. And he'll probably relish in telling you this.
Does that offend you? Tonight, I couldn't care less. Hell, to speak the truth, I probably never could care less. It's this fucking "social contract" we're mired in that causes me to think I should care more. But in reality I don't. And I think deep down inside, many of you probably don't either.
So why do we do it? Why do we continue to play along with the game when we know there's no desirable outcome for us? Why do we play nice when the ex-crackhead comes to the door schlepping magazines? Why do we say things like "how are you?" when we don't give two dogs' dicks what your answer is? Why do we pretend not to notice when the slob next so us is farting up a storm?
We're pussies. That's why.
We're so caught up in propriety and playing nice so much that we just can't say what we really feel. What we really think. Because we're afraid we might offend someone. That we might show our true colors, and those colors will clash with others.
Well, not me. Fuck all that. I'm giving you me, with both barrels, whether you like it or not. I'm calling it like it is, you to the carpet, a spade a spade... and other metaphors I don't care enough to recount right now.
...for tonight, at least. Tomorrow? Yeah, I'll probably re-engage with the social contract. After all, it's what keeps our society running. And who am I to judge?