conversely deep

It’s strange to me
when any adult per­son should
marked­ly an­nounce their love of “deep” con­ver­sa­tion.
 

When I have a con­ver­sa­tion,
it rarely oc­curs that I should be men­tal­ly fil­ing it away some­where –

which con­ver­sa­tions are deep,
or not-deep,
at my lev­el,
         or be­neath me some­where.
 

There was a very heat­ed de­bate
at my school con­cern­ing the mix­ing of sug­ar ce­re­als,

which end­ed in one guy pro­claim­ing his love for the com­bi­na­tion of Cocoa/Fruity Peb­bles,

         to which an­oth­er guy,
         com­plete­ly straight-faced,

         re­spond­ed im­me­di­ate­ly with

         “I will fuck­ing kill you”    .  .  .  .
 
 

And to be hon­est
I prob­a­bly en­joyed that a lot more than hear­ing some of my more in­tel­lec­tu­al friends vom­it out every fact they know on phi­los­o­phy over drinks with peo­ple bare­ly old enough to drink.
 

So maybe I’m just not that deep then.
 
 

 
 
 

—bwargh von mod­nar

Flom­mist Bwargh von Mod­nar is. Copy­right © 2016 Bwargh von Mod­nar. Im­ages from The Deep (1977) and Ti­tan­ic (1997).‬

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