Instant Everything

INSTANT EVERYTHING I don't feel sorry for you. You got what you wanted; instant food, instant entertainment, instant relationships, instant sex, instant babies. Your life is phony and made up by unreal people who can't be moved to feel anything, but you got what you wanted. There is no depth to your love, but it feels so good even for an instant though it doesn't last. Your life makes me empty. You have scars that no one can see, but you are so grown up that you don't feel them. So it's ok, because everyone else is doing it. In the hollows of your mind there may still be a piece of you that wants to be real, but don't worry, society will wipe your true feelings away. By the time you are fifty or sixty, you won't feel anything at all. You won't even cry real tears. You won't even remember who you were when you first began. That isn't important anyway, because by then you will fit the recognized social mold of success. You will have arrived. Isn't that wonderful? You will have instant everything and you won't even have to become involved. Janet Marie Bingham