Just Doing My Best: We're All Fine

Monday, March 15, 2010

We're All Fine

They turn away
It’s uncomfortable
They don’t want to know
They don’t want to witness
Pretend innocence
Ignorance
They didn’t see what they saw
They didn’t read what they read
They don’t know anything
Everything is fine
We’re all fine
Phony inhabitants
It is all so nauseating
Everyone is too afraid
Say what they think
Tell the truth
Authenticity has vanished from their worlds
True, raw emotions are nowhere to be found
Just keep pretending
The shocking, yucky things don’t exist
Not in their homes
Everyone is fine
We’re all fine

-Jackee

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Random Facts about Jack

When I chew a piece of gum, I have to split it in half and chew a piece on each side of my mouth.

I prefer email and texting to talking on the phone.

I have a fear of toothpicks and I never use them. I actually cringe when I see someone using one.

I don’t like my food to touch. If it were practical, I would use the cafeteria trays from grade school for all my meals so that everything has dividers.

My favorite color is “rainbow.” I love all colors.

My lucky number is 8.

I think popcorn smells better than it tastes.

I love flowers but I’d rather receive notes, cards, and/or letters instead.

My childhood nicknames were “Squid” and “Tiny Mite” – both given to me by my parents.

I talk out loud to myself throughout the day.

I cannot wear jewelry to bed because my body gets claustrophobic.

Styrofoam makes me nauseous and hearing people touch it makes me gag.

I hoard school supplies – especially pens, pencils, crayons, and markers.

I have never been skiing and I have no desire to.

My toenails are always painted.

I cannot let any part of my body hang over the side of my bed while I’m sleeping because the “monster under the bed” might grab me.

I don’t like “sides of the bed,” I like to switch it up.

I want to be buried in “ruby slippers” and for my casket to be engraven with, “there’s no place like home.”

Sometimes I still feel 17.