Mixtape for Leftover Parts

Update: Links fixed

1. Frou Frou – Breathe In
2. Imogen Heap – Speeding Cars
3. Polariod – So Damn Beautiful
4. Tony Benett – The Way You Look Tonight
5. Frou Frou – Shh
6. Frente – Horrible
7. Broken Social Scene – Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl
8. Saint Etienne – Teenage Winter
9. Frou Frou – Let Go

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Olivia – Love Fool
(This was playing as you were trying on them shoes. It was a pity they didn’t fit — you were gorgeous in them. Tracked it down eventually. Hope you’d love it.)

A Little Respect

It’s been long said that common sense isn’t common anymore, but that’s not all that’s lacking in the quality of modern life these days. Common decency is… well… coming up short of decent as well. In my wildest dreams I never thought I’d feel less than a dog (even a dog is spoken of far more endearingly) and more of a sub-species — a walking talking head who looks like a human, who feels as a human, but is treated less than one. Want something? Looking for information? Here’s a sucker ready at the other end of the phone, 24/7. Can’t get a better deal than that. But at the very least, it’s only courtesy to enquire about the person’s fuckin’ well-being before leaping into a conversion that’s all about ‘me, myself and (insert arbitrary name)’. Else it’s bleedin’ rude. And don’t even go into the whole “talk to me” business if the last thing you want to hear is how the adressee truly feels, or why she’s acting up, or why she’s starting to withdraw. Certain things you learn by rote. By the disarming scythe of experience. And when the “talk to me” spiel eventually internalises into a faint fascimile of an apathetic joke, well then, just quit it. It’s sheer affrontery when the other painfully, carefully decides to actually speak from the mind, and rudely encounter a “I don’t want to hear this now” roadblock — said or unsaid.

So there. Until you’re fuckin’ ready to be interested in the person’s whole, and not just parts of a sum. ZIp it, until you actually wililng, and ready to listen. Or see things from the other party’s perspective. Or decide the other’s worth according a modicum of respect to. A person deserves at least that bit of decency, that little bit of give and take — and it is a reasonable supposition, innit?

All I ask for is a little respect. Grey areas — I can handle, being an option, yea it’s a piffle. But at least be fair. And honest. Although most things end up in a winner-takes-it-all resolution, as established from day one, there were no expectations. But the very least, have the bleedin’ decency to inform. I don’t care for being a rather convenient sidedish to pick at will, or discard in fashion. A wasted day yesterday, and I don’t appreciate it at all. Sometimes, all a person (don’t even dare insinuate it’s a woman thing) needs — not even want — is a little respect, some P’s and Q’s, and a simple, sincere explanation should circumstances crop up. It’s never a matter of knowing all, but knowing enough so the gut wouldn’t churn and twist for no reason at all. I can’t be a mind reader, and I don’t want to presume. Is it that hard to come by? Nah. Only walking talking heads slash suckers believe in it.

It’s a mad, mad world. And god knows, I’m tired of being treated like shit.