tuckova

You're just saying what it looks like to you, you're just riffing,
making jokes, trading barbed wire tongue gossip. This one is an idiot
trapped in a loveless marriage for fear of dying alone; that one is
hopeless with the idea that love can make over the face of the beloved
into something more useful than a mask; the other believes that belief
is enough to transform the world. This one thinks that what it says is
interesting while clearly everyone is wiping away their yawns; that one
isn't even clever enough to understand the function of a thesaurus,
much less a dictionary; the other hasn't learned the function of words
to start with. You could rail against the world all night if left
unchecked.

What's behind this of course is the illusion that while we're
looking at this, that, and the other, people might fail to notice what
was in fact clear way more than a paragraph ago: that you
are less than what you mock; that what you are is nothing more than
vinegar and salt, spooned onto others for entertainment value. You do
not nourish. The poorer flavors you describe rise above sea level to
majestic impression despite your sour evaluation, and you are left to
float alone, as salt does. And vinegar and salt are insufficiently
satisfying, which you mention as though it had nothing to do with you
and your damaged taste.