Modern Day Whore
Some days life is just like whoring, except for that money for sex thing.
Despite whatever emotions are churning inside external forces dictate a smile must be plastered across this face to greet the day and assume those daily responsibilities that keep the wolves at bay.
To whom can we really turn to share those injustices of life, no matter how great or small? Why must most grieving be done silently behind eyes shrouded with thin smile?
No, there is no money for sex, the quid pro quo is a forced smile for passage without more than a glance of a fractured soul. Neither party is really interested in the tortured sharing of inquiry and response because it simply takes too long and no one really gives a big damn anyway. The “How are you?” pleasantries are really no more than salutatory words in passing and replies other than “Fine, thank you” are not expected, welcomed or even offered.
Could it be an offhandedly snarled “F*ck you” might be a more honest and less whorish course of conduct?
Or have I simply gotten it all wrong and whoring in and of itself is the more honest practice?
January 23rd, 2006 at 9:54 pm
The ‘whoring’ reall isn’t the more honest practice, Dear Chrissy. It is, however, the most socially acceptable.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I really don’t care if I’m socially acceptable or not. (Took me a long time to get here, though) heh.
January 24th, 2006 at 12:52 am
Most people are afraid to look deeper than the superficial smile, so they choose to accept it for what it purports to be.
Some few choose to look deeper, and even fewer of those have the intestinal fortitude to ask why the smile is superficial rather than real.
Such is the nature of humanity, getting along is going along without questioning.
Those few who notice have had the questioning beaten out of them.
Those fewer who notice and are willing to ask the questions do ask, but often are rebuffed.
How do you respond to them?
January 24th, 2006 at 12:58 am
I love Jack’s comment. I might steal it
January 24th, 2006 at 7:41 am
There are a few that will stop and inquire further out of genuine care and curiosity.
Then there is me. I am against the norm and will often greet that superficial smile with a F**k you, if only internally! I usually seal away the whores outside by shutting my door and seeming unapproachable. Perhaps also not an honest practice. . .
January 24th, 2006 at 9:13 am
Yeah, the “How are you?” - “Fine, thank you”-thing… it’s not easy to learn for s.o. whose first language ain’t English… I mean, there’ve been times when I walked into a restaurant, got seated and then, I was not only asked what I wanted to drink or eat, but how I was! I tell you what… at first, I thought man, these people are such a friendly bunch of people…
January 24th, 2006 at 10:28 am
So much to say on this with never the right words. Or possibly I simply know that the words I have nobody really wants to hear.
Aren’t we all just in it for ourselves?
Take Care
Michael