Petri Dish:

Today I feel like I am a culture of some foreign bacteria growing in a petri dish. I bang against the walls of my prison trying to get anyone walking by to take notice and no one looks up. I shout and claw at the sides of this prison but I am not heard. Is it me? Are the people walking by afraid to be infected by my personality? Do I smell funny? Am I too ugly to gaze upon if only for a minute to give me the head nod of acknowledgment? Staten Island, I hate you. You have bread the most unfriendly group of human beings I have yet to encounter in this world. I have been to countries over seas, and almost every state in the US of A and by far you have the most self-centered, unfriendly, and unobservant people in existance. This morning as I sit here listening to U2 "Bad", sipping my morning coffee, wishing that I had the ability to crawl directly into peoples heads and wake them up, make them look my way when I say hello instead of watching thier feet and mumbling to themselfs and quite honestly not once looking up to return my greeting. Often I think I have died and I am a ghost trying to interact with a world I no longer am a part of.