the highschool girls

the girls used to say to me:   “you’re so
negative!”
they said this in   a very final way and
it seemed to satisfy
them.
(the boys didn’t say anything to me because
they knew I would take it to
them.)
but the girls were very superior
saying, “you’re so
negative!”
it made them feel intellectual, or,
at least, intelligent.
they had already formed ideas
of what life was
and what life should be
and how one should perform
under these
conditions.

it was all right with me, I didn’t want to be
near them, I didn’t want to fuck them or
marry them or
even date them.
I found none of them
beautiful.

now, over 45 years later
I find that almost everybody is
negative
and I’m positive
and I’m still glad I didn’t fuck, marry or
date any of those.
they, and those their age, have
largely become so
sad, embittered and
psychotic.

I guess that they started being
positive
so early
that they just wore it   all
out.
and that’s the end of their
story.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1984
Source
Original manuscript