It's Not What We Deserve

this morning at about 9:20AM, i received a phone call from my mother.

these were her exact words:
"hello. i just called to say i love you, debbie! okay, i love you!"
and then she did this weird giggly noise thing.

so i said what everyone else would say, "um... okay."
and then we hung up.

yeah, you would think that it was sweet,
but the way she did it made it more creepy than anything else.

so i realized that i hate seeing people eat alone.
okay, not PEOPLE in general, but older people.

there's this man named Douglas, who works inside the warehouse.
he always smiles at you and just has such a light to his aura. i remember i liked him from the start because he tried to make me laugh.
on Halloween, he even wore a black shirt decorated all over with puffy paint with drawings of cats and words like "ask me for candy" and sure enough, he gave us Hershey's Nuggets.<3 he is such a sweetheart, it makes you wanna cry.

when i found out that he had a second job, it bummed the shit out of me. this man, probably in his mid to late-50s, works full-time inside a warehouse, and part-time at a hotel (or restaurant...i'm not really sure). that must mean something you know? older people don't work two jobs for no reason. if they do, then it probably means they need the money. while us kids spend all our money on useless things, he's probably just trying to get by and support his family.

isn't that so funny?
while some people are saving up simply to ensure their survival in this world, others are constantly buying cigarettes, drugs, and booze to cut their lives short.


Douglas shouldn't have to eat alone in the cafeteria.
it breaks my heart.