I hate when people ask me what I'm doing this weekend. I hate when people ask me what I'm doing Friday night. I hate the question.
Like bro. I don't even know what I'm doing in 5 minutes. How am I supposed to know what I'm doing trying to understand the point of a wasted life as a real loner. I ain't Batman. I don't got a calendar full of missions. I don't got a Bat Signal going off in my room. I don't got Alfred running my schedule.
I ain't doing nothing dawg. That's the answer. That's been the answer. That'll keep being the answer.
Maybe I'll lay there and stare at the ceiling thinking about the slow heat death of the universe.
And every time somebody asks I gotta do this little dance where I either lie and make up something to not sound boring, or tell the truth and watch their face do that thing. You know the face. The one that's tryna stay neutral but you can see the pity loading behind their eyes. Either way I lose.
So just don't ask. Or ask different. Ask "you tryna do something?" Cause then we both know what's up. Then I can say yeah or nah and nobody's writing my biography. Nobody's making me account for empty squares on a calendar I never asked to have.
I ain't Batman. I ain't got plans. I ain't doing nothing fr.
it is what it is twinski.