a sexy constance wu.

we are constantly comparing ourselves to one another. this is one of the dangers and reasons that social media is causing depression among those that use it. the post are manipulated, they are chosen and staged to show a world of surprises and happiness. edited moments where the light is just right and the situation has just enough envy to have others ponder for a moment. scrolling through those moments ourselves, like smelling ones own fart, leads us to believe that our shit does not smell.

at a poetry slam last night i watched as one after another, individuals spoke in rhyme exposing their problems and their fears to one another and an accepting audience. one transvestite opened up comparing the moments on stage as the oppression olympics as each score was graded by five randomly selected judges. it as an endearing show, one whose truth poured openly in dark walls among those who support one another. i wondered what these kids did during the daytime, how much this competition mattered to them and how many other things like this are going on all over the world.

friends, projects, good books. it is about enough to stay happy. if you have the three, and you are of good health, it should be enough. days pass by, the sun rises and sets, we get a bit older and watch the world go by in front of us. we participate from time to time, but at others simply watch. we are the middle of it all, this universe. if we dont exist to see it, to feel it and to experience it you could argue, mainly to yourself, that it never actually occurred.