Disgust

How’s the world-disgust today? Where are your disgust levels? What’s it like to hate the world quite …. so … much?  

 

You can’t be disgusted with the whole world. The whole world and all its possibilities and everything it has to offer and all the people in it and … ev-ery-thing …

I can.

Have you really tried everything? Sampled all that the world has to offer? Run through it all? Done it all? And at your age!?

I’ve tried enough. I’ve had enough.

What’s the common denominator in all your experiences? You: you’re the common denominator. You always bring yourself with you. Maybe you are the problem, not the world. Don’t blame the world, philosopher …

 

And how about me? Are you disgusted with me?

I’m not disgusted by you.

You don’t find me tiresome? And horrible? And dead?

I think you’re the least tiresome and horrible and dead thing for me in the whole world.

I’ll take it, philosopher. It’s a complement. Is that your version of falling in love: feeling undisgusted? No, don’t answer. Am I changing the world for you? Are you falling in love with the world, too? Don’t answer that, either.